S.E.E.S.

One of my favorite Twitter accounts is the Rural Indexing Project, an initiative dedicated to cataloguing architectural and semiological trends in rural America. Not to be “that guy,” but I feel that these spaces, usually devoid of people, occupy a liminal space that’s really compelling. Many of these businesses and residential buildings are at risk of vanishing as the populations of these small towns dwindle, imbuing them with an existential vibe that is meditative.

Likewise, the resort town of Silent Hill is just as ephemeral (depending on your read, Silent Hill may blip in and out of existence, appearing without warning to torment a guilty party and disappearing just as quickly). While not technically falling under the purview of the RIP, which favors the Midwest and American South (canonically, Silent Hill is located in Maine; non-canonically, Pennsylvania, West Virginia or the Pacific Northwest), this got me thinking: I’d really like a Silent Hill Indexing Project, to capture gems like this:

What if we kissed on Finney Street in front of the Fish ‘n’ Fries?