Modern abandonology.

The world today is full of abandonment experts, will it perhaps be the poetic and disastrous charm of these shreds of recent history, so much too recent, so much so as to worry us and question ourselves about our near future? Could it be the warning that these places send out to fascinate? Will our lives one day be like these ruins? Useless and cumbersome memories, set aside on the roadsides, where new beings, full of themselves, will run towards their destiny, intoxicated by modern myths and new gods, indifferent to the human rubble on the sidelines.

The apparent uselessness of these places, or non-places, pushes us to question the actual nature of our modernity, a voracious goddess, devourer of souls, relentlessly giving birth to empty skeletons. The urbex explorer themselves become more and more voracious and insatiable, predators of time, so much so that at times they seem to slip from the sublime poetics of abandonment, with a slightly romantic, gothic-industrial flavor, to the indiscreet and inopportune intrusiveness, in the sensationalist style of mercenary tabloids, but maybe that's just a fleeting sensation of mine. A mine limit.

These architectural carcasses, once fervent theaters of life, become food and clandestine refuge, nourishment and support for new beings, slow and sedentary: molds, mosses, herbs, shrubs and trees that work hard to digest these leathery delicacies, and in the meantime animals of all kinds populate these ravines forgotten by the insolent and insatiable biped.

In the end, the gentlemen who decide the fate of the place, and of those who live there, are always them: Nature and her faithful consort, the Time !

A beautiful abandoned farmhouse near Taglio di Po, in the Delta of the great river, where an immense tree literally seems to want to devour the architectural structure.