For years, I have been captivated by this website, an exploration of the urban ruins of Detroit.
I browse through thousands of pictures, and spend hours lost in slide show tours that run into one another, stunned at the monumental city Detroit was in its finest hour. Building after building, once grand and built to stand so permanently, crumble elegantly and linger proudly as a melancholy echo of their history. They are giant, frozen tombs, and they both repel and draw me as I search each photograph endlessly for details about the lives that filled them in the past. Decaying, ruined and abandoned things lure me because they are imperfect marks that we have made on this world, and yet through our lack of contact and care, they slowly become exotic, otherworldly and eery portents of the future. Being confronted with a building that has died and is returning to that familiar and sinister nature it came from, forces me to confront the fact that the same will happen to me–one day I too will be be silent, and slowly grow alien from the world I inhabited.