The Ruins

I was lackadaisically bored one lethargic afternoon. I cannot write because my computer broke down and the only option I saw was to explore the nearby building ruins and see what exciting things I can find. Equipped with only less sophisticated gadgets, in fact I don’t really have much except for my phone and an old digital camera. My niece came along and these are all her shots using my Nokia phone. I found it amusing because our simple afternoon saunter can show exquisite stories to tell. We spend nothing but time. We took nothing but pictures. We wasted one thing but ourselves. 

Maybe I was just fascinated to say something about this ruins or maybe I somewhat wanted to associate these pictures to the famous ruins in Athens, Greece. Why would I spend a single penny to come up with something to share if I can have something worth digging up in the adjoining lot? Hell yeah, there is no way I can afford to travel to every nook and places that I wanted to explore and share back the experience. Just around beside the fenced garage is where this place stood.

From this dirty ground entrance, we took the stairs two at a time and came up to the dark and creepy squalid stairs leading upward to the wide open floor in the next level. Actually, the entry is reeking with thick undesirable odors as the drivers of the tricycle terminal in the front façade uses this as their public outback hideaway to piss or to dislodge gross excrements. I don’t blame them as there really is no public toilet constructed for their use. What a pity that the local interior unit doesn’t seem to care.

The second floor opens to an empty space of dirt and falling debris from the previous fire that ate up most of this entire rubble. I remember seeing this upper part of the building being consumed by the raging fire, smoke enveloped the middle section wherein a company that manufactures fiberglass molded sculptures and statuettes occupied.