Humidity. The No.1 essential for decay.
A place of contrasts of light, and contrast of reason. Decided to decay besides the possibility to blossom. A walk on the floor of ashes, dust and grease. Seemingly infinite halls filled with light, and long, dark and humid corridors.
Washed with light, a decaying place that used to heal.
A peculiar triptych, and one unavoidable hanging poster.
Old teachings sleeping in decay. Sometimes the light visits.