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The difficult thing of this place is that it marks the time. I know this building and its top deck.

In September 2011, I did not step off. I must have hoped that the pain would end. I must have believed I would be with him again. I must have believed in joy.

There is no joy. No life.

What have I done in the time I bought? Not enough to make it worthwhile. You don't preserve machinery simply because it continues to run. When it loses its function, you shut it down. Scrap it.