I went there. Just one day, just an hour or two. It looked about the same, a long hall, vending machines, me with no dollar bills, a prison bus out front, lots of boxes.. And something - someone - else. Just walking, talking, buying snacks, packing.. Doing what had to be done. Nothing different from any other day like it.

But it was amazing. I can only hope one day I'll get to go again.. Before it's gone..

Memoria.