How many stories pop into your head when you look at this picture? I saw this photo in a collection of abandoned WWII bunkers (the Coolist shares my obsession with abandoned spots and buildings) and I can’t turn off the flow of mental pictures and storylines. Such a rich image.
I think abandoned spaces suggest so much story because they no longer have their own function. They sit, awaiting new occupiers. They wait for us to fill them, with people, with earth, with meaning. They are empty vessels, with their own aborted usefulness setting the tone of any tale. They could be any world, any time, anyone’s home or prison or palace. The dust that’s settled on them is us, tomorrow. And that’s as beautiful and sad and true as anything we know.