In Peru, Missouri I stumbled across an abandoned trailer on the side of the road. The place gave me a very uneasy feeling, as all the doors appeared to be broken in. The oddest part of it wasnt what was missing, but everything that was still there. Food, clothing, toys, a photograph, lamps, cups, boxes full of a myriad of things, soda cans, fast food cups. Just about anything you could imagine. In most places it was hard to even see the carpeting below the sea of household items.
The most striking scene was the reclining chair in the living room which solemnly faced the broken window in which the blinds gently tapped against the windowsill.
Continuing through the rooms inside the house I found an image of what I can only assume to be the family that once occupied the premises.
Ever since finding this place, I've had an intense desire to find out what exactly happened here....why everything was so disheveled, why was so much left behind, why did no one seem to care about this place?
The latest date on anything I found inside the house was 2007, so I have a start.
Now I have only to find the end.
you were right. i like it.
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great stuff man. we leave behind a part of ourselves, whether its a physical object or just a memory with every place we inhabit and occupy. coming across places with physical pieces of someone else's memories i find to be a humbling experience. i find myself trying not to disturb the aura of these frozen time capsules, treating the objects and handling them with more care then the owners themselves. i promise that what you found in there will haunt your thoughts. as cliche as it sounds, memories are precious as shit, and at some point in your life thats all some people and places will be. a memory.
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