The Urn

Daily Meditation 778–4/15/2024

Perhaps today’s Daily Meditation should be the 26th installment of the Death Meditations, but, maybe not.

In my career as a Realtor, I see a great many various things.

Empty indoor swimming pools.
Churches shuttered for decades.
Homes with hidden rooms.
A house with bomb-proof basement.

I once saw an abandoned hotel whose second story roof had collapsed. The second floor gradually gave out as well…I entered one of the long defunct hotel rooms on the ground floor where everything was where it was left — telephone on the desk. Bed still made in the mostly teal, 90s pattern comforter. 90s “brick” television. Small “business” desk still with a “Room serviced by ____” complete with plastic bifold sign of the helpful phone numbers as services…
Except the room’s ceiling had caved in. Sunlight poured in through the gaping wound in the structure, and years of fine, emerald green moss grew in a large fairy-circle over the bed, desk, floor, windowsill, and TV stand — again, all still prepared for the next but never-placed guest.

It was pretty beautiful in it’s own way.
Now that hotel was bulldozed and replaced with the modern, ugly, boxy brutalism of…well…literally every building the last 15 years. Yay…