…the hallowed always seems to abide in the province of the hollow.

Mark Z Danielewski, House of Leaves

Urban Decay

And I will show you something different from either

Your shadow at morning striding behind you

Or your shadow at evening rising to meet you;

I will show you fear in a handful of dust.

T.S. Eliot, “The Waste Land”

Backwoods

you know again that behind that wall,

under the uncut hair of the willows

something secret is going on,

so marvelous and dangerous

that if you crawled through and saw,

you would die, or be happy forever.

Lisel Mueller, “Sometimes, When the Light”

Maritime

Wide-eyed walker, do not wander

Do not wander through the dawn

Fleet Foxes, “Battery Kinzie”

Highways

Take a right at the light

Keep goin’ straight until night

And then boys you’re on your own

Bruce Springsteen, “Blinded by the Light”

Railways

If you miss the train I’m on

You will know that I am gone

You can hear the whistle blow a hundred miles

American folk song “Railroaders’ Lament”

Graffiti

The words of the prophets are written on the subway walls

And tenement halls

Simon and Garfunkel, “The Sound of Silence”