Be hold, the dead landlord’s apartment. Relatives took the good stuff seven years ago. Yes, he’s been dead that long. I have a key and permission. His niece gave me everything that’s left. All this. The upended coffee table keeps the bathroom door shut. The shelves and sink in there are black with mouse shit. Do not tarry long.
Vortex
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Love the reflection in the TV screen. Looks like a Vermeer!
Hadn’t noticed, but you’re right! So much accidental beauty in decay. I love this photo, BTW.
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