These three luggage of rubble are all that is still of a ‘renovated’ constructing. By probability, although, I took a photograph of the constructing because it was being demolished.
The distinction within the colors of the rooms caught my consideration. I puzzled why individuals had chosen to color every room in several colors. Possibly the blue was for the kids? And the inexperienced was for the kitchen? And what in regards to the purple and the yellow? These colors inform the story of a household, a narrative that simply ended when their residence was demolished.
I don’t know if the inhabitants have merely offered the home and moved elsewhere, or what they’ve performed with their lives. However what struck me most was the realisation that if the home had not been demolished, I might by no means have been uncovered to a really non-public a part of another person’s life.
I don’t need to romanticise these photos. Buildings are torn down and rebuilt each day, so this case is not any completely different from every other. On the similar time, although, after I have a look at the three sacks of rubble, I can’t assist considering that the reminiscence embedded in these colored partitions is gone perpetually, because the individuals who created it.
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