This was taken in the South End of Boston, the SoWa (South of Washington Street) district, in old industrial building on Harrison Avenue on a stairwell.
Coming across a dead bird is supposed to be an omen of change, probably something coming to an end, maybe something bad. I try not to be superstitious but am and when I saw this a feeling of dread took over. Having recently reunited with a flame that had burned bright and hot with several breakups this preceded another breakup and an eventual end to a 3 year, off-and-on relationship.