Sometimes you enter a room and you already know that you will spend hours trying to get the best shot all its precious corners.
There are places that have a story to tell. The walls, the objects, the decaying matter.
Everything is sings this story to the ears of your sight. Like a mermaid, the light pulls you to those details and you find yourself spending entire afternoons in that abandoned space, click after click, hypnotised by the fading beauty of this rotting form.