Restraints

An unusually warm November day yielded a trip to the large medical-type building again. This time the air was clear and brisk, the ocean view was incredible from the top floors.

The objects left behind captured my attention more this time; the place was full of artifacts I failed to notice before. What was seemingly a large empty room was actually a vault of knee-deep books and patient records, rotting on the floor. Many seem to have been burned, but the dampness of the soaked pages left little fuel for the fire.

Alien looking chairs with thick chains and restraint straps collected dust underneath the still-flickering fluorescents. Rusted cribs and wheelchairs of many varieties littered the floors, empty bottles for liquid and soild medications were laying around here and there.

I forgot how much I love this place.