Abandoned station full of souvenirs, brief recalls and recollections of past memories waiting to be rediscovered. Hints left with burnt pieces of sheets with piano notations and handwritten letters. Utilities upon utilities and appliances upon appliances stacked within cornered rooms. A place full of circuits and electric machinery as well as vacuums and tubes of water. It’s a difficult scenario to place the entirety of complex situations that unraveled within this location when it was a home. The coordinates are the only clear information left, you can try to identify the emotions and events which once occurred but mostly they are now unknown pieces of the puzzles leading to a maze. Staring at the remains only leaves me wanting to convert the lot into a museum, hanging up the offerings and regarding them as what once was art.