In these forgotten places we see our tracks, the evidence in time that we left in search of a new place, a new beginning, along we left amounts of unfinished work, a collection of random roads, buildings and things that we use daily. In these we see what we were, what we left behind, a piece of us, our past.
We are left with sense of isolation because we slowly left them behind and they got lost in our paths, in our memories and they became remains of a beginning we wanted to start or a something we wanted to leave to start something new.