There's something alluring about places that have been abandoned and forgotten. I'm not entirely sure what it is - they're dusty, spooky, and echo with the footfalls of forgotten souls.
And yet...
I loved this article:
http://www.bbc.com/travel/story/20160515-the-places-the-world-forgot
The photographs are wonderfully expressive. They capture the feel of the place, the texture of the decay, and the other-worldly aspect of these places. Made by people, for the use of people, these abandoned places become something else entirely.
And it's mysterious. It's intriguing. It pulls me in...
Perhaps it's because it is the forbidden. There's something about exploring the taboo, the condemned, and the dangerous that is appealing.
Perhaps it's because of the ghosts - both the spirituous apparition type as well as the metaphoric ghosts that these places represent. The departed as well as the defeated. The gone and the lost.
And perhaps it is because there are parts of my own mind and soul that feel like this - places where I had spent a lot of time constructing, places of dreams and desires, constructs of solidity and firmness and strength and glory, which have fallen into neglect and disuse and disrepair.
Perhaps my soul needs a little exploration.
Feeling intrepid?
And yet...
I loved this article:
http://www.bbc.com/travel/story/20160515-the-places-the-world-forgot
The photographs are wonderfully expressive. They capture the feel of the place, the texture of the decay, and the other-worldly aspect of these places. Made by people, for the use of people, these abandoned places become something else entirely.
And it's mysterious. It's intriguing. It pulls me in...
Perhaps it's because it is the forbidden. There's something about exploring the taboo, the condemned, and the dangerous that is appealing.
Perhaps it's because of the ghosts - both the spirituous apparition type as well as the metaphoric ghosts that these places represent. The departed as well as the defeated. The gone and the lost.
And perhaps it is because there are parts of my own mind and soul that feel like this - places where I had spent a lot of time constructing, places of dreams and desires, constructs of solidity and firmness and strength and glory, which have fallen into neglect and disuse and disrepair.
Perhaps my soul needs a little exploration.
Feeling intrepid?
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