I had a most unsettling experience last night: I dreamt I was walking through a town that was more or less entirely derelict. The streets were empty and the buildings were either completely ruined or boarded-up. Especially notable ones were a large church built of knapped flint and brick, which was boarded-up, and a large old-looking hotel which covered in green-painted render, whose windows had been filled in with breeze-blocks. Weeds grew in the street. Trees grew in the buildings' gutters. Something about it told me that it wouldn't remain this way for very long, and it occurred to me that I ought to take a picture of it. I woke up to get the camera and got halfway to the shelf before I realised...
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