LOST IN FINDINGS

Each place has a history and tale untold which needs to be revealed and spread again. First it seems to be more an instant stumbling, but rapidly the first syllables are being uttered by an archaic reflex leading to further unknown obstacles and dubious signs at remote locations wiped off our mind.

In the tunnels of a now globalized perception the restless nomad gazes deeply surprised and concerned on the multiple colours of common oblivion. This shock urges to move quickly forward in this labyrinth created long time ago. Here dead objects start a new life unexpectedly.

To climb on the Kilimanjaro of junk and waste is not only a dream in order to discover the beautiness of varied things simply thrown away, instead this may serve as well as a dooropener and humus for the forests of the future grown on rusty constructions of the past. Now  time has come to dig a little bit deeper.

On stony steep paths a vague monument can be reached at the horizon finally: the ruthless wall of fame torn down by insistent history. Time to relax after another short survey of contemporary ruins and related dumping grounds – to be continued.

 

ABANDONED DREAMINGS

In the desert nearly everywhere you easily risk to loose your way in a more or less forbidden zone vanished in the unpredictable stream of time. Here or there does not really matter distinctively because a lost place like this offers a special poetry of past developments and decay, sometimes a bit dangerous but in any case thrilling and amazing.

Since the times of the Romantic people are fascinated by such forgotten locations like old church ruins or dilapidated castles scattered over the countries. Certainly these are objects and artefacts without use, hence not useless at all while this confrontation with the past opens a wide space for dreams of another future.

The deindustrialization of modern metropoles has nowadays created a lot of postmodern ruins like closed factories from the 19th century or no longer required railway facilities. But nature covers again very quickly also former military installations with impenetrable thickets and trees. Legacies of former inhabitants and colorful tags of passers-by can there be found anyway.

By first glance such places seem to be a dead-end leading to nowhere and it takes some energy to find a secure path sometimes, however astonishingly people leave even here professions of profound love in a wild maze of pure neglection.

 

Thanks for following this short expedition to the contemporary abysmal maelstroms of daily life – to be continued.

 

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