What happened? The project ran out of money? Did someone change their mind? It was no longer necessary? Years and years it stood there. Unfinished. Tear it down someone said. What a waste of space and resources said the others. It will never tell the story of being finished and being appreciated. Instead, it tells a different story of hundred sunsets peeking through the empty windows and cracks in the ceiling. Edgy teens painting signs they barely understand on the walls or leave you a message plain and simple saying “fuck u!”. It tells you of how nature always claims back what is hers and about strange, old times where the design was about cheapness, simplicity, and functionality above everything else. Maybe it even tells a never written story of a zombie apocalypse and how that one winter the roof, right in the middle was not able to withstand the weight of snow any longer and collapsed.
Since running for me is prohibited (I still do, because I am a rule breaker), walking, cycling the big circle has become my new routine. The unfinished building has been part of my environment for as long as I can remember. One evening I was riding my bike and somehow looked with those eyes for the first time. You see, but you do not observe as Sherlock would say. The sunlight peeking through was inviting me to have a look inside. I decided to go back the next day with my camera for a little exploration.
You know the feeling when you do something you are not supposed to? A quick look around. No one seemed to be close by as I sneaked my way through the tall grass and found my entrance through what appeared to be door by the shape of it. After a few steps, I began to feel at ease and as if I had stepped into a place where time had frozen. The leaves of trees poking through the windows, scent of damp soil and echoes of my footsteps in the air. I love it here I thought while imagining how I would turn this into my habitat for the apocalypse or how cool it would be to paint something artsy on those walls. Perhaps, if it was in a bit better condition it could even be turned into something like an art gallery/garden. It surprised me a lot.
Since running for me is prohibited (I still do, because I am a rule breaker), walking, cycling the big circle has become my new routine. The unfinished building has been part of my environment for as long as I can remember. One evening I was riding my bike and somehow looked with those eyes for the first time. You see, but you do not observe as Sherlock would say. The sunlight peeking through was inviting me to have a look inside. I decided to go back the next day with my camera for a little exploration.
You know the feeling when you do something you are not supposed to? A quick look around. No one seemed to be close by as I sneaked my way through the tall grass and found my entrance through what appeared to be door by the shape of it. After a few steps, I began to feel at ease and as if I had stepped into a place where time had frozen. The leaves of trees poking through the windows, scent of damp soil and echoes of my footsteps in the air. I love it here I thought while imagining how I would turn this into my habitat for the apocalypse or how cool it would be to paint something artsy on those walls. Perhaps, if it was in a bit better condition it could even be turned into something like an art gallery/garden. It surprised me a lot.
That’s it this time! Hope you enjoyed! ^^
Song of the day: Health, Ghostemane - Judgment Night