come on in, please. won't you come on in? I've asked the light to shine for you and I'm sure the radiator will burn its oils if only you'll enter. I miss the way you used to fill me up and the odd time when you'd grip my side, the magical way your shadow segmented on the steps as you climbed. you don't use me anymore. I miss you entering me. I used to provide such a good service. There was a time when I was important to you, do you remember? You needed me. I stood here and protected you. I protected your possessions. I received your mail, your guests, your lovers, you. You replaced all of my hardware once. Glimmering chrome door knobs, a mirror like letter box plate. numbers 1 and 9 screwed into my wood. shimmering chrome number plates, plates cut from the surface of the sun. You used to polish them every sunday. You made me look so beautiful with your touch and your care. Now I've been left here. Locked up and useless.
my paint is flaking. you would have never stood for that. no matter how much you say you love decay. you'd never have allowed me to wilt that way. all the colours you gave me are showing now. some family scrap book! the years peel off in lead paint chip ways. Isn't anyone even curious as to the secrets I hold? Unlock me, enter me, come and see what I can show you, what I can give you. If only you'd pass through me one more time.
great photos, tender writing!!!!!!!
