Old barracks of a now defunct army, decaying in Mediterranean beauty of Luštica bay.
Cold breeze of the sleeping concrete serial killer. Vast empty space of interrupted promises.
Humidity. The No.1 essential for decay.
Washed with light, a decaying place that used to heal.
Climbing up to the Hoxha’s five-point star. It casts light into lowlight.
Old teachings sleeping in decay. Sometimes the light visits.
Fragments of things that decay in time.
Decay. Mud, rust, humidity and raw salt. Vast artificial landscape. Bird sanctuary.
They left in a hurry, in the middle of experiments and a cup of tea.
Raw salt crystals. It’s eating the steel you can almost hear it.