Back at Kings Park Psychiatric Center

Of all the places I miss in the New York City area, it is the Kings Park Psychiatric Center that hits most. Such a massive campus of decay, I chose the Quads. Desolate and sounding like a rain-powered xylophone, I spent some time in its halls once again. As always, it was exhilarating–a familiar unknown inside its most recent state of decay.

When I exited and crossed the street back to my car, an angry lady with a dog emerged from beyond the “No Trespassing” sign near the infirmary. In spite of her own violation, she unleashed some incoherent belligerent rant upon me–like some villain in Scooby Doo–after her dog most likely urinated and defacated on the grounds. Perhaps she was an apparition of a previous patient?

Anyway, here was my quiet step in and out of KPPC.

Space…