Comments | _delicateterror: revisiting this thought again and again

_delicateterror

revisiting this thought again and again

Feb 28, 2011 15:02

what is with my fascination and love of abandoned places,
mankind being wiped out and me being the only person left alive?
i look at photos of abandoned places and sigh, wishing i could be there
and thinking how beautiful said places are.
why do i feel i'd be happier in places such as those and all alone?

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beauty calls to beauty? dextra February 28 2011, 23:25:22 UTC

for me it's like the stage at the theatre between productions. there's a sense of history, wondering the stories it could tell. but also of a blank canvas, of possibilities, of hope.

it's a soft pain, like a loose tooth that you can't stop playing with. with a hint of saudade.

there's also something welcoming about a place that used to house people. it's like it cries out for occupation, for inhabitation, to be useful again, and welcomes lonesome travelers.

Re: beauty calls to beauty? _delicateterror March 1 2011, 00:53:10 UTC

that title is very pretty. beauty and the beast...can i be the beast?!! hehe.

ooh, i see. that is interesting to see hope there.

i love that word so much, saudade, and it's perfect to describe how i feel when i see such places.

sorry i've been out of touch. i do read your posts and think of you often.
xox

velvetvonblack March 1 2011, 01:52:55 UTC

OH... so lovely..

_delicateterror March 1 2011, 03:40:44 UTC

Yes. Makes me swoon. :)

shamanatrix March 1 2011, 05:41:13 UTC

Such beautiful pictures! I also long for solitude and serenity...an escape. My visions involve a deserted island surrounded by ocean. Perhaps these pictures reflect how you feel inside? A structure with a long history of torment and pain...you are left empty and decaying?

_delicateterror March 1 2011, 05:48:26 UTC

They really are. I could look at photos of abandoned places that are in a state of decay for hours.
Island with an ocean would leave me feeling trapped, oddly enough. I want to walk and walk and walk...
Could very well be how I feel inside. I have been quite obsessed with photos like this for a -very- long time.
Empty for sure, decaying to a certain degree. Sort of torn on the latter. Do I let myself decay or keep struggling to fight...?