Fresh from the trail a person quickly realizes the importance of drywall, dehumidifiers and stone. When everything's wood the organic becomes oppressive as it gently melts away to dust that mingles with and flavors the air. Still reckon we are creatures of salt water pools.
The most interesting thing were the books. A whole library of them, stuck in
time, and not to be touched without special permission. In their day the
residents had access to the books free, outsiders had to pay a penny a year for
the privilege. In an odd way it summarizes a condition of life.