Central State Hospital for the Insane, Indianapolis.
Part VIII of VIII.
I made my way around the perimeter of the building, carefully avoiding any surprise entrances to hidden underground tunnels, repeating, “it’s only the wind, it’s only the wind.” There was, ridiculously, a split second when I was sure a face would appear in a window and my car wouldn’t start.
Too many horror movies.
It should be noted most of the people who worked at this hospital through it’s 146 years appeared to be good-hearted, and ground breaking research did occur. Special skill and temperament are certainly required to care for the mentally ill, especially during a time when so little was known. Sadly, dealing with the unknown had unintended consequences, as fear and uncertainly are often obstacles to common sense.
Perhaps the decay found here is representative of the abandonment of our fears in the quest for understanding. The past must stay in the past, we level the walls and brush off the dust, paving the way for (my favorite word in the English language) enlightenment.