I want to show pictures that seem left behind and empty. They emerged from my own longing for emptiness and as an escape from my daily routine. But the encounter with emptiness and silence has also evoked a feeling of unease and while photographing these places I often wondered if something indefinable just happened or was about to happen.

I do not have an immediate explanation for these uncomfortable feelings. Did I read too many crime novels as a child or am I simply not used to staying in desolate places anymore?

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