empty placesMelancholy day today parked on a higher floor of a downtown L.A. building, looking over into the empty guts of the old Hall of Justice. I've walked around inside that building, a long time ago, back when the top floors were still a jail, with a friend who was a newly assigned deputy sheriff. And then there was the very late night when I was staggering past the place and watched a guy stop on the sidewalk in front, tilt his head back to look way up, and let loose an extremely loud, "I LOVE YOU!" at the jail windows. There was, guess what, no reply.
The thing has been empty now for, what, a full decade? More? Anyone know why?