Corpse of the gone world

‘Filth’

Darkness under me, over me, behind me. Smell of crap and urine around. Filth of human body and mind.

When the light is gone, you are no longer bound by temporal rules. As the spotlight is broken, you’re no longer an actor in this constant theatre. Nobody expects you to be better, to try harder than before. You’re alone with yourself. No expectations, no true example to look up to. It was so easy to give up years ago, in soviet age of mediocrity. And it still is. When wisdom sleeps, simple instincts take over. That’s exactly what happened here. Will you go down? It’s so easy. Go!

‘Necropolis’

This place was calling me for a very long time. Guess I belong here. When I complete all three gates, we will enter this cemetery where Officers of Red Army lie. I could see them there.

Painful death occurs, when you lived life that didn’t belong to you in first place, even if for a moment. The demons from the gravestones whisper in the ear, hiding their temptations in melody of icy wind. I’m going with them, I’m sorry.

‘Coffin’

Abandoned bird lost wise steel shine. Stained glass forgot its sparkle, resembling dulled eyes of a goner.

I took this photograph when I was a kid. That wasn’t long ago, really.            Desecrating a graveyard was my initiation.

After all, it’s not about how much time has passed, but how long the journey was.

‘It’

It doesn’t serve any purpose. It just lies in woods nobody cares about. It’s just a scrap. Worthless. Useless. Decaying in a place it doesn’t belong to. Electricity won’t reach it anymore. Never. Still, why is it working? Why does it emit the radiation that pierces more than just flesh?

Under it’s shadow I read a book.

‘Caution! Danger zone’

Definition of hazard and fear. Taking risk will always be important to make any step forward. Even if it might be a step taken on an old minefield. Harm needs to be taken into account if you truly desire to feel the life rushing through your veins.

‘Journal’

I somehow adore french. Probably because I don’t understand a damn thing in this language. Well, my fault is I love only something or someone I can’t fully understand. That’s how I subconsciously judge the world around me when I wander with my head down. French made this old rag lying on the dump beneath long left hotel worthy.

This photography once disappeared from this site. Is guess this is a good time…?

‘Arteries’

Take a deep breath, close your eyes. There is something in the shadow. You can smell it, this phantom reeks of rust and grease. You can feel it with your fingertips, the cool touch of living metal.

Take another step, go futher. Into the darkness, where the camera in your hand won’t be a comrade anymore.

‘On a siding’

Face the steel giant, muscle tissue of proletarian hero.

‘Drill’

Click! We are back to railway station close to my heart. All the junk there must have felt really lonely, just take a look at this obedient row. Apocalyptic view.

‘Gaia’

It’s only natural sequence. What once belonged to Nature will eventually fall back into her hands. Hands, that wield power capable of crushing this goner to dust.

With roots of her little children Mother Gaia will redeem this cursed ground.

‘Colossus’

Just like old veteran wears the scars of war, silent witness of once invicible force carries it’s bullet holes.

‘Rays’

A new day came and heavy clouds vanished. Under the sunlight all the radiation in the ghost city withered. The Zeitgeist has left abandoned walls.

It’s time to go back.