Walking around to the back side of the Marathon Motor Works, following the train tracks, past the stench of something dead, Fallingwater123 pointed out a collection of books. A dozen tomes hung, tied up and gently swinging under the eve of the building still awaiting renovation. It is a creepy site just because it is just so conspicuous. There is no indication of where the books came from, there is no reason to hang them under an eve, and apparently, they have been there for more than a few weeks. It's an odd site.
The artist’s knots seem built to last. None of them have fallen; however, one or two of them have begun to shed some pages. It’s a shame. I felt as if the scene was a drawn out version of a book burning event.
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