The Entrance

It is dark, I do not know where I am going.

This is a 4x5 negative from a time in France. The relics are memorials there. Left to slowly dissolve back into nature and at the same time left to signify the past.

They crack and crumble like an aging person. And they have this hollow interior that terrifies me. I am scared of the dark, of ghosts, of the traumatic sights this structure has seen. And like an aging person, I am terrified of that interior with its knowledge of passing time that I will have more intensely one day too.