| Forgotten Architecture |
| Preservation Through Exploration |
In-between Apartments
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Luck sometimes shows its
head and proves that returning to a secure site numerous times does pay off
in the way of an accessible entrance. Case in point Feztaa had wanted to
take a picture of a building and since it was close to this building I said
that we should check out this apartment building that was built in 1910 just to see if there were
any entrances now. We went around the building and as we neared the north
corner I noticed something odd and upon further investigation it led inside
the building. With this prospect both Feztaa and I entered the building and
to our surprise, the hallway lights were on. I stated firmly not to go in
the hallway until I inspected it as there might be an motion sensors. As I
unpacked my attention left from Feztaa and he promptly gravitated to the
hallway and before I could stop him he was in the middle of it. I shut my
eyes waiting for the sounds of the alarm to go off but nothing happened so I
proceeded into the hallway to check out the situation and see if there was a
silent alarm. After walking up and down and finding no motion sensors my
nerves relaxed until I walked back past the stairwell where I heard the
faint sound of music. At first I thought, maybe someone is here but then
rationalized that it was a resident was playing their music way too loud as
per usual. As we walked through all of the apartments on the first floor the
only thing that really changed was the linoleum. Then towards the front of
the building we stumbled into a teenage wasteland with posters of the bands
I hate so much still hanging on the wall. After debating with Feztaa how
good or bad the bands on the posters we went up to the second floor but
finding nothing of interest we proceeded up to the third floor. Although the
everything but the linoleum stayed the same we noticed extensive water
damage on the ceiling that indicated to me that a leaking roof was the
reason why the apartment block was vacated. Before we left Feztaa pointed
out something interesting that in all explorations I had never seen before,
a pair of cowboy boots sitting on the roof of a second story house. This
amused us for a couple of seconds and then we decided to go and investigate
the basement. As the stairs creaked and groaned underneath our combined
weight and as we came closer to the basement the sound of music continually
grew louder. The music hit its crescendo when we we in the basement and
although I was sure no one was here I was cautious too look into the room
where the music was coming from. Carefully I poked my head around the corner
of the door and looked if anyone was down here. Scanning the room I saw
nothing but the cracks in the floor and a few remnants indicating that this
was the laundry room and there was a doorway in the back of the room. I was
intrigued by this so I investigated this while Feztaa went to the boiler
room that was located further down the hallway. In the next room a radio was
blaring the local CBC station and thus solved the mystery of where the music
was coming from. As I took a picture of the radio I next focused my
attention on the large wooden "boxes" used for storage and began to take a
picture of it when Feztaa came in and said that I should check out the the
boiler room. As I walked down the hallway and into the boiler's lair I was
amazed at the site and released a low-pitched whistle. Before me lay a
boiler in distress, her brick overcoat was in tatters and it appeared that
she was leaking, these were her last days and she was destined to spend them
in a decayed glory. I paid my respects to her, inspected some of her valves
and then stated that it was time to leave and leave her alone to prepare her
for the destiny she awaited (and also because we had seen everything.)
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