I shot this photo with an old Nikon pocket camera after slinking into an abandoned building in New York.
When the camera went click, I wondered:
Who stood where I was standing? What kind of work did they do? What was the dresser for?
Silence was the only reply.
I stopped my breathing and tried to hear the past.
Conversations only the decaying ceiling remembers.
Locked behind us all in memories forgotten.
Reminding us all that the future is just a vision.
And all that is true reality is the now.
I smiled at how to capture such a precious thing,
Just as the camera went click.
Photograph and Prose copyright Mike Yost 2017