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Aphotic Academia

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Oct. 3rd, 2018 | 12:49 am
mood: curiouscurious
posted by: dark_fetus in abandonedplaces

Is this community still kicking?
I tried to post here (on LJ in general) a few times throughout 2018 and each time it either crashed out completely, never loaded, or erased the entry prior toposting, so I gave up for a while.
Until now anyway.

So the place I'm sharing today is a beautiful, and honetsly quite foreboding, public school building which dates from 1927. I'm trying out the new (to me) LJ editor, so please bear with me here...

Aphotic Academia


Rows of rusting lockers line a corridor draped by shadow so deep you feel as if you could reach out and lay your hands upon it. Above, anemic skies distort and bend upon themselves as a light mist begins to fall. In through some unseen window enters a steady flow of cold spring air, it carries with it the bitter aroma of scorched plastic. Sirens wail continuously from some far off place, muffled by the brick exterior of the building to little more than a repetitive and endless drone. A background noise which carried through every corridor of the three-story school.

Within the classrooms there were no desks. This is most typical of shuttered schools, as districts often re-purpose them elsewhere, but here their absence seemed more significant. All around the desk-less rooms lay scattered materials from its past as place of learning - Assignments chalked up, graded papers hung on bulletin boards, prom photos strewn on shelves, and inspirational posters abound. But no desks. Just highly-decorated empty chambers to meander through or stand in the center of, wondering what knowledge these rooms might hold from the near-century of lectures which have transpired herein.

In the halls uncollected papers lay strewn the floor, books sit stacked in strange partially-toppled piles, and posters beckoning your vote in the upcoming school elections still cling to windows and doors. On the ground level is found the old auditorium, at one time the focal-point of activities at the school, it now stagnates. Cavernous, empty, and uncomfortably quiet, much like the entirety of the old school has come to be.

Outside the world too is shaded. We carefully walk through the tall grasses which were once a schoolyard, the cuffs of our pants becoming evermore sodden and cold as we proceed. Though early spring, it is obvious that winter has not yet fully gone from here. All around us exists a murky haze that hangs damply upon greyish-brown earth. Unkempt branches of dormant trees stretch out toward the sunless sky, others toward the brick walls of the massive old school. We stand now just miles from a major city, yet there is not a soul to be seen. Masses of fog periodically roll in over the streets and empty sidewalks, wrapping the school in a pulsing miasma. There was something strange about the fog though, it had an unfamiliar nature to it, and brought with it a sour and unplaceable odor. Only later did we discover that the fog we experienced wasn't actually fog at all, but wisps of smoke carried low by winds passing over a massive fire at a recycling plant blocks away. In a way the toxic clouds seemed suiting - The property of the school and the blocks surrounding it were colorless, desolate, and lifeless. Against all this though, we always shared the uneasy feeling of having eyes upon us. Likely this was just a result of our minds wary from the cold, dreary day. Or, perhaps the shadows of those halls held more secrets than they cared to reveal.















If you wish to see the full set of photos (and historical images) you can do so on our website here - https://antiquityechoes.blogspot.com/2018/10/aphotic-academia.html


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Elenbarathi

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from: elenbarathi
date: Oct. 3rd, 2018 05:01 am (UTC)
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Nice to see you here again! What a spooky old school; it reminds me of one from about the same era, that my older sisters attended in the early 60's.

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Rusty Tagliareni

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from: dark_fetus
date: Oct. 3rd, 2018 05:04 am (UTC)
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There's still life here on LJ after all! Thanks for checking out my first post in a century. I had to remember how to log in!

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The Captain Of My Ship, The Master Of My Soul

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from: gonzo21
date: Oct. 3rd, 2018 10:41 am (UTC)
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That's amazing how much stuff is still there. I'd have assumed anything that could be stolen would have been stolen.

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Rusty Tagliareni

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from: dark_fetus
date: Oct. 4th, 2018 02:18 am (UTC)
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It was a really weird place. All the school material left behind, the darkness, the gloomy weather, and the absolute absence of people was really off-putting.

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The Captain Of My Ship, The Master Of My Soul

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from: gonzo21
date: Oct. 4th, 2018 12:09 pm (UTC)
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Where is it? The States somewhere?

Here in the UK a building left like that... somebody would have all the scrap metal, somebody would take the furniture, heck, somebody would probably sneak in and steal the floor coverings.

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Rusty Tagliareni

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from: dark_fetus
date: Oct. 5th, 2018 01:52 am (UTC)
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Yup, it's just outside a major city on the east coast of the United States. I've purposely left out specifics to avoid ill-will befalling the place.

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the broken radio was playing suicide

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from: volare
date: Oct. 3rd, 2018 12:02 pm (UTC)
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This is glorious as always coming from you guys. Damn...

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Rusty Tagliareni

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from: dark_fetus
date: Oct. 4th, 2018 02:18 am (UTC)
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Thanks! Going forward I plan to post here whenever we do a new update on our site.

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Calzephyr

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from: calzephyr77
date: Oct. 3rd, 2018 12:42 pm (UTC)
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I find with some communities that having links in your post sends it to the queue which is basically the void if the community maintainer is gone. What I always do is make a text post then add the link later.

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Rusty Tagliareni

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from: dark_fetus
date: Oct. 4th, 2018 02:19 am (UTC)
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Oh, that may have caused some of the issues, but o culdn't even post to my own journal for ages.

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Kailing

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from: kiarrith
date: Oct. 3rd, 2018 02:54 pm (UTC)
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thank you for sharing!

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Rusty Tagliareni

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from: dark_fetus
date: Oct. 4th, 2018 02:20 am (UTC)
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Thanks for checking it out! I'll be sharing new stuff going forward now that LJ works for me again.

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adafrog

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from: adafrog
date: Oct. 4th, 2018 02:21 am (UTC)
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Thanks.

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Barking at the wind

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from: evil_little_dog
date: Oct. 4th, 2018 02:38 am (UTC)
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Such gorgeous photos. I love the auditorium full of ghosts.

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Rusty Tagliareni

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from: dark_fetus
date: Oct. 5th, 2018 01:53 am (UTC)
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It may well have been full of phantoms, it surely felt like it at times.

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Barking at the wind

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from: evil_little_dog
date: Oct. 7th, 2018 12:35 am (UTC)
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It certainly felt that way from the photo!

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laraflame

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from: laraflame
date: Oct. 4th, 2018 05:02 am (UTC)
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You'r writing is gorgeous as ever. I'm so glad you're still posting here!
Love the photos too. This old school gave me the chills... Amazing place.

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Rusty Tagliareni

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from: dark_fetus
date: Oct. 5th, 2018 01:54 am (UTC)
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Thanks! I've really put an increasing effort into the text over the years, and my partner Christina turned out to have a hidden talent as an editor, which has helped a great deal.

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mpd_84

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from: mpd_84
date: Oct. 6th, 2018 12:41 am (UTC)
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So were the sirens from that recycling plant fire?

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Rusty Tagliareni

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from: dark_fetus
date: Oct. 7th, 2018 04:13 am (UTC)
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Yup! It was a really surreal day. In a lot of ways it seemed like Silent Hill at times.

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