Décarie Square, MTL. Photos taken by me.

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Décarie Square, MTL. Photos taken by me.
County Fair Mall, NS, 2023.
Amherst Centre from my Dead Mall Series. CineStill800T @ 1600. Photo book coming soon.
There is no theme or purpose to this account. I know people are here for liminal spaces and dead malls. I know that no one wants to see black and white photos or sunsets with stupid depressing captions.
This is the only place I can disappear anymore and the only place I can express myself. The disconnect and detachment have become so overwhelming that I simply do not relate to people on any level.
The pain that was once sharp is now an ache. It’s static, a background noise, one that’s left me unable to hear things or feel things.
By the time I realized what had happened to me, I had already lost myself; and I’m not even certain I ever was “myself” or if that was just an idealistic image I created in my head.
Lately I feel it’s the latter; I notice things I didn’t use to notice. The rose tinted glasses I viewed life through did not allow me to see how shallow and meaningless I had become, or how vague my identity had been.
The closest people in my life know little about me, yet there is not much else to know as I’ve not had the chance to become someone. This entire time I was starring at others while they were glancing at me.
This photo was taken by a friend.
We don’t know each other that well. There isn’t much to know about me though, and I suppose she knows me as well as anyone ever has.
In this vacant life I live, I know the place people hold in my mind will never be mirrored in theirs.
These fleeting moments are all I’ve ever had, and they’re the only place I exist.
If you see this, I’m happy you took this photo and I’m happy we shared these moments.
i don’t feel like a person anymore
empty airport.
somewhere unfamiliar
[OC] Brookside Mall, Fredericton NB.
Abandoned section of an office building. CineStill800T. OC. Please don’t steal my images to post elsewhere and not credit me. 🖤