Wire post by John Deere
The Book Of Likes poem by poet Heather Sweeney that I can personally relate to being an urbexer: 'Home is people's souls. It's not a place. If you go back to a place after souls are gone, then all you see is an empty space. Home is where your heart is, more than where you lay your head. Home is not a place, it's a feeling, a state of mind, not a bed. Earth is our temporary home. Every home is one of a kind. A house is shelter, but a home is love and not a smelter.'