[06/11/02]
The weather that day was obscenely humid. Terrible for my asthma.
We were in this old, decrepit press office in the northmost part of town. God knows how long that thing had been standing vacant for.
All kinds of wildlife had long since overrun the place by the time we took it upon ourselves to check the place out.
The old press office was packed head to toe in copies of the daily paper spanning all the way back to the birth of the 19th century.
An ungodly quantity of newspaper paraphernalia littered the corridors, closets and rooms. Printing blocks, old printing presses, ink, fresh paper and the like. All of it hidden away in the halls of a rotting, stinking office in the desert.
Among that were the tapes.
Audio tapes labelled with dates from the late 10s to the early 20s, thrown haphazardly into a damp cardboard box. All from a man, presumably named C. Harvey going off of the name written on the labels of these tapes, documenting his work in the press office.
As of writing this first entry I haven't heard the contents of these tapes, but once I get around to it I will update with written transcripts of their contents. To the right will be a directory.