Empty, deserted, dirty space - This was the kitchen - Witnessing the absolute abandonment. I can only imagine how this used to be when people were taking care of it or what was the   vision and dreams for it. Cars are bypassing, people are using it as a trash can. Nobody cares. I am inside, in deep sadness. Time stopped years ago. Nauseous atmosphere. What will be the future of it? Stacked onto the sensitive details he thought with such care. Does a space exist without somebody using it?