A lone house sits on a street, scanty shrubs surround it. There’s a black wrought iron fence, cached with dust. Its stance echo the subway beneath. Everything is easier now and nothing seems hard. There’s a 4 story town home in the middle of the land... maybe it’s not the middle? From where you are, the world  still surrounds you. You could walk in either direction and still be nowhere near its edge. The middle then must be somewhere, but you can’t be sure where that somewhere is. The building appears to have no apparent purpose. Maybe if there were a dog tied out back? Or at least some semblance of people having been there.

But you can no longer enter, you will no longer see it for yourself...

Closed.

Final Thoughts....