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The following link contains images taken by the artist Niki Feijen. There’s something inexplicably beautiful about places like this. Decay. Why? A bowl of fruit decaying is surely foul? I may be in the minority in finding beauty within the buildings, but I surely do. We see time as the victor he always is, in all his splendour, defiantly poking a withered middle finger at society, humanity. He is the eternal winner, and I’ll bet that comes across with a slap to the senses if stood right there inside the crumbling mouldering walls. It’s not static either, constantly morphing, falling, piling up, plaster against broken glass, soil against the mattress.

http://artofurbex.smugmug.com/Urbex/nf/27453304_k2WGwG#!i=3030948757&k=VjfFvdM

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