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See em now! Very cool. Gotta love exploring old buildings.
Yip, you absolutely gotta! :ok:

You know, I assume most people are interested in the past, & old buildings in particular, for similar reasons. For me old buildings, whether looking at them or reading about them, are about several different things; the most important aspect is their ability to unlock my imagination. It works with other things too e.g. music. This layer that smothers everything, that we call reality; I like to peel it back. It's a gateway really. Some people would probably call it absent-minded daydreaming, or even escapism. The world is a fucking mess though; I call it coping.
 
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You know, I assume most people are interested in the past, & old buildings in particular, for similar reasons. For me old buildings, whether looking at them or reading about them, are about several different things; the most important aspect is their ability to unlock my imagination though. It works with other things too e.g. music. This layer that smothers everything, that we call reality; I like to peel it back. It's a gateway really. Some people would probably call it absent minded daydreaming, or even escapism. The world is a fucking mess though; I call it coping.

Old buildings sure kick ass.

Exact same sentiment, wildly different delivery. :D
 
I take a very similar view to Cried and this is why I'm not really in favour of the installations they have in some "managed" properties. They're trying to do the imagining for us.
 
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The past is utterly fascinating sometimes; especially the forgotten, vanishing/vanished past...

But on other matters, I have this coffee cup, mug really, that I'm used to making my coffee in. You know how it is, you just know how much coffee & milk to put in this guy; it's the only mug I really have that's this size...

Just broke the fucking thing! :eek:

Nice one Cried... :grumble:
 
Once I was a pirate
A bold and savage pirate
I flew the skull and crossbones and stepped up on the deck

Once I was a camel
A handsome sort of camel
With princesses aboard me and jewels round my neck

Once I was a dancer
And once a necromancer
I even was a Viking
With helmet on my head

I might have been a cat
A gay Brazilian parrot
If someone hadn't wakened me
And pulled me out of bed
 
The past is utterly fascinating sometimes; especially the forgotten, vanishing/vanished past...

But on other matters, I have this coffee cup, mug really, that I'm used to making my coffee in. You know how it is, you just know how much coffee & milk to put in this guy; it's the only mug I really have that's this size...

Just broke the fucking thing! :eek:

Nice one Cried... :grumble:
Are you going to CRY about it? :goodbye:
 
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