I love houses that have been abandoned, that are in some state of decay, whether it is minor or extreme. I love open windows and broken windows in abandoned places. I am thinking about why.

I love history. I like to imagine what and who the houses once held. I like to imagine that life went out of those open windows when people died there, if they did, and that their spirits can return through there if they choose to. I like that trees and plants, cats and birds and small creatures can all come in and live in the houses as well.  I suppose I like the fact that they are dead and yet they aren’t dead; damaged but still providing shelter. 

I think perhaps too they symbolize the body directly, after death, returning to the earth from which it came, minus the spirit that fled through the window.

"No matter what, once in your life, someone will hurt you. That someone will take all that you are, and rip it into pieces and they wont even watch where the pieces land. But through the breakdown, you'll learn that you're strong, and no matter how hard they destroy you, that you can conquer anything. " - unknown