As an enjoyable past time I collect pins of abandoned places. There is a certain, indescribable serenity when I look at those pictures. I used to think it was because of the story each picture spoke, of a previous life; of laughter and happiness that must have filled those places. I now realize though, that it is the ruined beauty of those abandoned places that connects to the ruination of me; my once happy, beautiful life now marred by time, by neglect… just like those abandoned places.
Time creates the pain.