Tears of Nostalgia While Wading Through Excrement


The season of the dead is upon us; winter looms heavy on the streets and eaves of houses as a majority of all citizens here in Sleepytown huddle within their enclosures, cursing at the snow and ice.  I on the other hand find this the perfect opportunity to get out and jaunt around the decaying bowels of this city as the inclement weather keeps the street vacant of would-be harassers. I give credit to the local photographer who wanted to get out and investigate the old abandoned RCA/Thomson building on the east side of Indy. He let me and an entourage of others tag along with him timing the trip perfectly to miss the really nasty shitstorm weather that would come in a few days.

Abandoned buildings-especially factories-have a fascinating look and feel about them, something you really should experience if you get the opportunity…and you need to try and make that opportunity because you’re not about to hear a guided tour ad pop up on local tv. This is one you have to get out and make happen folks. Me and the group of four others ventured into the decrepit old factory and began wandering around this chilling expanse. It was ‘chilly’ on a few different levels; temperature chilly and silently quiet chilly. The ghosts of the past lie dormant and almost feral, the inklings of connection to humankind begin to slip away. Mildew and broken glass, ceiling tiles that now grow fungus and mold lie rotting on the floor covering two hundred yard stretches. All edible matter has been stripped clean for some time now and what’s left are remnants of things that will surely be taken by scavengers sooner or later. Dozens of boxes filled with unused plastic bottles, pallets filled with bags of unopened tile grout, piles of old worn clothing in the corner with no explanation as to why they are there, mounds of shipping containers and calendars still in their shrinkwrap dated 2009. Our group wanders through this structure while I remember back on what it was; RCA was a major player back in the day, producing vinyl records for the masses and providing steady work for the community. This was the place where my brother worked for a brief period of time. This was where my friend Sam worked, right before he died from AIDS. This was where my grandfather worked, who one day walked down the Michigan Street in front of my brother and I and had no idea who we were.

I assume  many communities around town have their own legends of factories or old stores that are now abandoned leaving nothing but memories and rotting debris. Take a moment to visit one of these places and you’ll enhance those nostalgic thoughts you have in your brainpan, memories and feelings will be heightened by wading through the excrement. Will this type excursion better your life? Not necessarily but it will evoke something lost within you I’m sure. A sublime something that will clear out the clutter in your head for a moment and make you think…welcome to the Church.


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