Is It Important To Leave Your Mark On The World?

Target:
Abandoned house
Location:
Not telling you!

All photos: CC BY-SA 4.0 - Insaneworks

I will admit that this is in Finland. As you soon would have noticed it yourself anyway from the newspapers from the 1950's. On the other hand if you would have not recognized Finnish language, forget what I just said. This is in Estonia. If you do know this place in... Estonia... please do not reveal it in the comments. I'm sure all the locals know the place and it's just few weeks or months away from burning to the ground, but if I can do anything about that burn factor, I would very much like to postpone that whole body warming happening as long as I can.

So those who know where this is, keep it to yourself and go explore it before it's so rotten that the second floor can't carry anything over 50 kilograms. Or before the roof is the floor. And definitely before the roof is on fire. _{Guess the song my brain is singing now... Yes! You guessed it! It's raining men! Hallelujah!}

Remember old ads? I mean, not remember-remember, I'm not assuming that there's anyone here who lived their adult life in the 1940's, 50's or 60's, but what I mean is that you must have seen one or several old ads? Those that say smoking is a whole family activity and that you should loose weight with amphetamine. If you miss the really naive ads these kind of places are just right for you. Go explore old houses and read the magazines and newspapers you find there and for a moment live in the golden old times. Try to forget the smell of the mold and the squeaky floors that may or may not hold your weight.

Have I ever told you that mold is home in Finnish? Remember to pronounce the e. No, not homie, home! Aaaaah, forget about it!

Not saying that this house could be saved anymore, but I have to wonder, why do people just leave stuff lying out there, rotting, gathering moist and mold, wasting away? I bet there are plenty of people who would pay good money from these old window frames. Or would have couple of decades ago. Before the moldiness.

And as much as I'm against taking anything from these kind of places or any souvenirs from anywhere, I would rather see everything go to use than to just rot away and eventually turn to garbage in the nature. It's true that one man's trash is another man's treasure. I saw few pretty interesting things there but left that stuff where I found them because I collect experiences, not mold.

Look at those color choices! It's like in Pippi Longstockings house. The strongest girl in the world!

I bet a talented real estate agent could sell this for a good price. Love the railing that sits right in the middle of the window. Not in the middle of the whole window and the window frame, but in front of that left side that is not on top of the stairs. In case of fire it would be pretty hard to use this as an emergency exit.

Thank goodness the walls are pretty soft so you can just go through any spot you choose and make a personal window. The walls are mostly made from moist wood and mold.

I bet that when you started to read this you would have never guessed that this post is mostly going to be about mold. Good old mold. Home.

People just have to leave their mark everywhere they go. I was here. My pal was here. My cats were here. My mom was here. Jesus was here. But you know who always in the end wins? Yes, you guessed it. Mold. Mold was and is here. Home.

Ho-me. You pronounce the first syllable ho just like Santa says. Make it short. Really short. And just once. Not like Beetlejuice three times but once. Or perhaps the word hostile is better example in this case. Start saying hostile, but leave it with ho. And then the me part. It's not like the word me as in me, myself and I, but like mescaline. Just like hostile, start saying mescaline but leave it with me. So there you have it! HO_stile ME_scaline. Home. Mold. If you are from Trumpland, you can use the words HO_stile ME_xican. Now you excellence in Finnish language. As I excellence in English. I shall write you a diploma. Just give me your full name and address, credit card number and all your cryptocurrency addresses and passwords.

Let me introduce to you Oskari and Leevi. They say they smoked pot here April 20^th 2015. Someone doesn't believe them as that someone has written: "I don't believe!" on the wall. Or that someone just wanted to state that they are an atheist. Or that they generally just don't believe in stuff. Infinite options, I say. Then again, if that someone doesn't believe what Oskari and Leevi wrote they did, the nonbeliever might be Sakke, Tomppa or Jonde who wrote that they also smoked pot here September 2^nd 2018.

I felt tempted to write on the wall: "Insane inhaled lots of mold here."

Didn't do that.

Inhale.

It's like when you step into a crowded buss or what ever where there are other people too and you are stuck beside that person who has been drinking really heavily last night and the only thing that you can think after the first inhale is: "Is it possible for me to only exhale for the next 20 minutes that this bus ride takes?"

You all been there.

Drunk as hell.

Didn't roll down the stairs if that's what you were thinking. Didn't break my neck. Nothing that dramatic happened. But you know what DID happen? I got molded. On my shoes, on my hands, on my jeans.
I got mold.
You got mold.
Everybody's got mold!

I took these photos with my smartphone so I didn't bother to do any editing to these afterwards. They are what they are and that's it. Pretty moldy.

All photos: CC BY-SA 4.0 - Insaneworks

INSANE WAS HERE!