"This must be it. Warped planks in a tangle of trees and vines. The pool of the Palace is covered with algae. A snake slithers into the green water. Weeds grow through the rusty shell of a bucke in the haman. The stairs leading to the upper porch have fallen. Nothing here but the smell of empty years. How many years? I can't be sure.
-William S. Burroughs, "Cities of the Red Night"