Tuesday, November 20, 2012
Scarcely has night arrived to undeceive, unfurling her wings of crepe
At the old Imperial Sugar factory in Sugar Land, Texas. The factory has been shut down for a few years now, but they still use the premisses for various activities, like a farmers market.
I have plans to see if I can get permission to go inside one day and document the whole place in all its abandoned(some what) glory.
"Scarcely has night arrived to undeceive, unfurling her wings of crepe (wings drained even of the glimmer just now dying in the tree-tops); scarcely has the last glint still dancing on the burnished metal heights of the tall towers ceased to fade, like a still glowing coal in a spent brazier, which whitens gradually beneath the ashes, and soon is indistinguishable from the abandoned hearth, than a fearful murmur rises amongst them, their teeth chatter with despair and rage, they hasten and scatter in their dread, finding witches everywhere, and ghosts. It is night... and Hell will gape once more"
- Charles Nodier, Smarra: & Trilby