The sky and I are wearing matching dresses

There is a block of abandoned French Villa's that rest in the underbelly of a shanty Vietnamese suburb called Da Lat. It’s infamous for spooky urban legends. Out of superstition, or burning curiosity, or stupidity, we decided to scale the inside of this nine-story dwelling. Clutching the rusted ladder like drowning rats we inched skyward. I have had my share of rooftops, but this, this was a bird’s eye view that could have wrenched my eyes out of their sockets. I stood, wind blowing past my cheek, mouth gaping, willing to fall and become nothing less than an urban legend.