adventures of nosferatu

I climbed over the inevitable wall and lost myself in urbex. Embracing the crunch of broken glass and peeling paint, a strange content derived. Wandering from shell to shell as you scan the broken walls for textured feature. In St Vincentschurch an artist left their mark for just a selected few to see. The murals feel so at home amongst decay hidden from the eyes of those who fail to venture. Revelling in surreal I ghosted amongst the rotten floors and there I was a monster, monster.

Done