Loads... I am drawn to the distressingly nostalgic overtone that blankets ghost towns like a light fog. That mist, nearly imperceptible to the eye, that blurs all edges, and exaggerates movement in the peripheral vision. Alaska is loaded with towns that once supported gold mining and small trade. The mines dried up, and the trade route changed... everybody just packed up and left. Sometimes local natives would take over a town left for dead.

With the right kind of ears, you can hear echoes of the lives of the people who walked those streets regularly. Phantom smells tickle the nostril so enticingly.. so fleeting.. you could almost place that smell if you could but catch one more whiff of it...

Hairs on my body will stand up when I cross their path; memories.. remnants... residual energy left over from the people who walked these steps many times over. Tracing and retracing their steps in pre-programmed fashion. I never see them. I dont know if its because I am not looking with the right eyes, or rather because they do not want to be seen by me. But I always know when they are around. I feel empowered.. a vigorous and manic energy, slightly disconcerting, but invigorating none-the-less.

The sadness of a ghost town penetrates everything. The memories that are left behind are always sad.. the happy ones are rarely left behind, but the sad ones... they permeate more than just our 4 dimensions of space-time. It is this residual low-frequency energy that draws me the most. I dont know if I feed on it, or what, but it is compelling all the same.


Europe has some fantastically ancient sites of abandonment. Some are veritable ghost towns, while others are analagous; stone structures such as stonehenge, the many roman baths that dot the continent, the destroyed bunkers at Idaho(I think thats the one) beach in Normandy... all different settings, but they all share that same melancholy feeling of nostalgia. As if the remnant energies realize they are nothing more than memories of a time nearly forgotten.
GraziLovesMary Reviewed by GraziLovesMary on . Ever been to a Ghost Town? Itâ??s always an eerie and poignant experience, walking through the ruins of a once vibrant community. Everywhere you look, you can see the evidence of life, but now all is in decay. A lost place, littered with the detritus of lives let go. The color leached away, leaving only ashen shades of gray. Some Ghost Towns are the result of sudden disaster in which everyone abandoned the community suddenly, right in the middle of doing something --- tables set with plates and silverware and meals Rating: 5