The abandoned bedroom exudes an air of forgotten comfort. The sunbeams that once fell through the window are now dusted and tempered. The bed lies unmade, the sheets crumpled, and the pillows still bear the imprint of long-forgotten dreams. An old alarm clock stands still on the bedside table, caught in time.
In the corners of the room, spiders and their webs nestle, while the curtains rustle gently in the deserted breeze. A neglected chair carries a pile of forgotten clothes and books. The room seems to be waiting for the return of its owner, for the promise of another night of dreams and peace. It is a space steeped in loneliness, where memories lurk between the walls.
29-year-old photographer/digital content creator who enjoys urban exploration and digital prints.. Read more…