ruin porn: a short tour of the coast
I think people just like a good ruin. I mean, setting aside like any kind of like deep philosophical implications of it, it’s just people like a good smashed-up thing. I know I do.
Thomas Morton
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oh, well, whatever . . .
I think people just like a good ruin. I mean, setting aside like any kind of like deep philosophical implications of it, it’s just people like a good smashed-up thing. I know I do.
Thomas Morton
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Written by yammering
October 18, 2009 at 8:14 pm
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I know. It’s said that there is a ghost trapped in the space of that window. Opposite the Oddfellows is the graveyard of the oldest church in town. It’s said that every Saturday night the ghost of Meggie Lisle, a fisher girl who died of tuberculosis at age 20, would make her way over to the Oddfellows to dance and drink with the trawlermen and collier lads, none of whom ever took her for anything but real. It is said one night Meggie in her longing to be flesh again went upstairs with a certain Davy Routledge, the handsome son of the ship’s chandler. She fell asleep in his bed and when she awoke it was morning. Meggie was thus unable to ever again cross the road and return to her resting place. It’s said she’s often seen gazing through the glass to her unquiet grave across the road.
You’re welcome to the quote, by the way. I also enjoyed your wee draqwings.
Cheers.
yammering
January 19, 2010 at 11:11 pm