I have been in places like these and you can feel the timelessness. It always feels so personal, especially when it's a private area of the house like a bedroom. The weathered wood, a kind of crisp musk in the air...it makes me wonder what it was like to be alive back in that era. This is profoundly moving work.
this place looks like an old hero, wasted and lost in time, having so much story to tell, but nothing is spoken, with a view to future, but nothing is done. is he/she disappointed? tired? or... waiting for being found! * (just told what exactly came in my mind)