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I grew up surrounded by old houses and the occasional ruin. I like to look at an abandoned building as a lost vessel that holds memories. Many of the places I visit feel like they had been occupied a week before. Chairs, desks, files, toys, folders, a can of soup, a last cup of coffee -- a lot was left behind. These objects are now self-sufficient, they exist without us. One wonders who left them, too. Why was it so sudden? Who was the last person to flip the switch and how did they feel about it? I try to provide a glimpse into this world of chaos and decay before it inevitably gives way to something completely different old or new.
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