A day inside
Unexpected one day visit to an abandoned factory, a circumstance not to be missed, low lighting, interesting shapes and architectures.
This remind me of the poems by Borges:
[...]
"I follow the hated
path of monotonous walls
that is my destiny. Severe galleries
which curve in secret circles
to the end of the years. Parapets
cracked by the days' usury.
In the pale dust I have discerned
signs that frighten me."
[...]
