My brother stopped in to Urbana this week, Tuesday and Wednesday specifically, his unofficial weekend. We got some good vinyl shopping and Risk playing in, but the highlight was going out to an abandoned air-force complex with some of his old photog. comrades from the Daily Illini. I had the secret mission of finding ghosts, which, I’ll tell you right now, didn’t pan out; it’s almost as if they don’t exist. We did, however, have a chance to egress at a sprint when we thought we heard footsteps following us (apparently it’s illegal to be on the grounds or something, as if we could deface the complex’s already decadent and crumbling guts). Realistically, it was probably just another group of young explorers, but that’s beside the point. During our adventure we also: sat on a pile of tires, exploded a fluorescent light-bulb, saved a bird’s life, made a porno (but not really), and probably inhaled a lot of asbestos. My photos from the day are meant to highlight that latter fact.