'Therapy through Windows, Paint, Glass and Mirrors'
Terminal shadows and sadness sits in the crisp mountain air. Inside the broken fourth wall.
Part two of the abandoned Sanatorium I went exploring with my homie for a joint session. Apart from avoiding the asbestos to our best abilities, the adventure was riveting, full of discoveries, black humour, mushrooms, rusted treasures and the ever pressing feeling of being watched. Later confirmed by careful heavy boot steps lingering behind us in the shadows.
Music was playing from a locked and boarded up room, it stopped as we got close enough to lick the wall.
If these walls could talk.