Lot 16 belongs to another world. It is a remnant of what this place used to be.
It used to be a place for families. A place to live, grow, play, learn... All of the things once associates with home. Due to certain events around the globe, the children are gone. This is no longer home.
But the signs of children remain.
This is Lot 16. What used to be a place children could safely play, knowing there were no cars, no strangers, just other children, and parents watching out of their windows.
Now we (because I'm taking you with me) get to document a playground as it falls into decay.
There's a special kind of melancholy fear that abandoned play structures give off. A sense of wrongness in the world. There should be children, there should be laughter. There should be life.
Please, join me over the next few months as I occasionally update these pictures, documenting the layers of cat prints left in the dust.
Watching as Lot 16 follows in the footsteps of Pripyat.
Lost to time.