Part Three: THE DESERTED VILLAGE
I heard a voice crying from the deep:
Come join me baby, in my endless sleep.
-Old rock ‘n’ roll song
And travelers now within that valley
Through the red-litten windows see
Vast forms that move fantastically
To a discordant melody;
While, like a rapid ghastly river,
Through the pale door,
A hideous throng rush out forever
And laugh-but smile no more.
-Edgar Allen Poe
The Haunted Palace
Tell you now that the whole town is empty.
-Bob Dylan