Augustine, Confessions, X, XVII
We caved in through the broken window. An abandoned hairdresser's house and shop, abandoned since many years. We wanted to take some photos of a morbid, derelict house which was left for good. Although some squatters lived there through the years and left a scene of destruction we could read the former owner's life like a palimpsest. Numberless tubes of hair tinting lotion, rusty hairpins, yellowed beauty ads from the 60ties, broken mirrors, so many broken mirrors which cracked under our feet. Tax declarations, court orders, insolvency files, loss of livelihood.
The potted plants in the winter garden withered, the ivy penetrates the house and yet there is nowhere any end.