Benny couldn’t explain his attraction to abandoned buildings. There was a fascination about nature claiming back what had been her’s. There was also the stillness that lay inside.
There were always warning signs but Benny found ways in. He would stay for awhile, soaking up the atmosphere, breathing in the decay and perhaps taking a few things.
This shop had been picked clean and squatters had been in. Benny didn’t mind, there was still enough to be seen. He found a spot to sit, got his sketch things out and began to draw whatever came into his head.
(Inspired by; https://rochellewisoff.com/2019/08/07/9-august-2019/ with thanks).