Where's my spray gun and cans of paint? That home feels so tired? old? lacking in energy? lonely? sad? lost? misunderstood? I can't find the right word(s) to describe how it feels to me. But if it were mine that black shadow of a house would be getting some new happier colors of paint.
I am a "taphophile" AKA a Tombstone Tourist. Anywhere I go, I make it a point to visit the local cemeteries and graveyards.But I rarely go at night. Security guards and cops usually take a dim view of nocturnal cemetery visitors.