(I need to give credit where credit is due, in these two photos there is a sculpture made of tree branches leaning against a tree. This was made by someone else. If anyone knows who, I'd love to credit them.)
There is a place between the freeway and a few fraternity houses. The place is dark and somehow removed from the city. It feels forgotten and out of time. While I was there I repeatedly checked over my shoulder. I couldn't help but think to myself: 'there are vampires here'.
Down Fourth Street, underneath the freeway there is a motel that looks as if it's been transformed into a makeshift apartment complex. It hums what feels like electricity but is probably more closely related to human effort over time.
