The old dormitory

Two windows of an old abandoned dormitory, somewhere you can still hear voices and the noise of dishes, but they are lost in the half-empty long corridors. The sun, pre-dawn, autumn hits the frames of its windows - so many have seen and stored events, memories in their wooden frames, window sills and curtains, that it is as if frozen here for eternity. The inscription on the painting underscores the state of living-being. There is something elusively eternal in this living emptiness, in the people who once lived here, learned in everyday life and being its mystery.