Once again I'm showing you what a victim of whims I am. Or maybe curiosity is an addiction? I don't know, but I found myself high in the upper rear right corner of the leftmost room with my head jammed into the ceiling. This was a cooling experience after my laborious climb; the walls here are damp, plaster over stone where it hasn't worn away or dropped off in gloppy pads onto the distant floor. I was thinking as I took this shot that I hoped I would not become another gloppy pad on the distant floor if the pipe I was wrapped around gave way. It's old, like the pipes you can see. They've stained the walls and floor.

Below is a closer view of one area very near the ceiling, the pipe joints where I could hear little taps and clinks. When I got inside I found the main recreation room for the Still Room denizens. I really want to show you that room, and let you sample their music. But rules are rules and Boards are boards. Deal with it, their card said. So we'll have to wait.

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