​Seems that around every corner there is something that is just as far gone as I am. On every bricked off window of every abandoned home and on every gate that doesn't seem to lock anymore, that's where I look for hope. I seem to have a hard time finding it these days but I see myself on every abandoned little part of the city. Even that street that is full of probably abandoned one story houses has some life left in it. Empty solitude and a dog. Oblivion and not a single bark. Just an exchange of glances. "I see you" I almost hear the dog say. "I see you" I hear, coming from the cracks on the walls. "I see you" I hear. Coming from inanimate objects on the street. And i see them. I see portraits of a lost hope and the grayscale promisse of color, which I can never seem to touch. Cynical despair and helplessness, hope escapes before I can even grasp it. But "I see you", I hear.