I make my way towards the hole in the fence. It's overgrown with vines and leaves. This is one of the many entrances to Curtis Wright, an abandoned factory located in the middle of the woods that my friends and I often frequent. The path to the factories is covered with brown leaves, and I struggle to keep from slipping as I walk. By now all the trees are leafless, which helps me see farther down the path. I approach my destination, an empty parking lot within the woods, and sit.…
