In Silence, Swallowed
The forgotten corners and their scarred floors are shrines to the invisible, a harbour for neglected thoughts, concealed, though not discarded.
Up here, thin shafts of dusty light illuminate the darkness. This darkness moves, grows, is always night, swallowing all that is abandoned to it. Consumed by black, nothing remains a distinguishable object or subject. Ceasing to exist, everything becomes a part of this darkness and with that, a part of its secret.