Lewiston's abandoned mills. Look how beautiful.Who goes there? What do they look like inside? I'm guessing massive wooden beams and plank floors, oiled steel machinery, dust, and ghosts.
Just think of all the stories. Each brick, created and laid with care. The factory, the fabric, the planning. The girls, culled from farms and towns in Quebec and Maine. The eager boys, wild for adventure in the city. The crammed apartments, the trudge to work, the camaraderie, the clanking, and the drudgery.
Now look. Peaceful, created with such ambition; now imploding from loneliness, abandoned. Such potential, such beauty: access to natural resources like water, people, sun, and fresh air.... now empty and alone.
