abandonment forms a place of refuge. 

artistic and alternative influences overpower…

the remains of something industrial and standard. 

communities and nomads migrate there, 

an escape from an urban landscape. 

in collaboration with the surrounding nature, 

they transform society’s ugly imprint into…

a colorful, beautiful, abstract playground. 

the inner child roams free; 

climbing, coasting, creating. 

the ghosts of the wildlife return for redemption,

clashing with the ghosts from pursuits of construction.

a tension that lingers in every corner; 

supernatural phenomenon intensifies in the stalemate. 

concrete and dirt both remain, neither conquering the other. 

do they share defeat? victory? do they refuse to share entirely?

it does not matter. 

the current efforts take no side,

they emerge and bask in the elaborate, eccentric result of battle. 

a peace with a haunting underbelly, 

but this only excites those that dare wander in the landscape. 

or even further: call it home.