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I understand paying doctors, surgeons and nurses for the difficult jobs that they do, but this gets ridiculous.

It’s sad, knowing that somewhere along the lives of this home’s former inhabitants, these discs were buried beneath the mess and left behind. I will only post this one image and a single video from the discs, as I do not want to post everything, but rather find the source of these discs.

As I stood there, overlooking miles upon miles of burnt, blackened trees, I felt a strong impact. So many of these trees, which once stood tall, beautiful and full of color, wiped out so quickly by the fierce force of Mother Nature.

It has been so incredible that I have actually had the chance to do so many things that I never thought I would actually be able to do. I can’t say thank you enough to everybody who has supported me so much in these journeys, so that I can continue to create and share with the world.

An almost forgotten village remains shattered along hillsides, tucked away in the quiet state of Pennsylvania. Since the late 1700s, Pennsylvania has hosted a heavy mining industry throughout the entire state. Mine operations for this particular, almost-forgotten town began in the late 1890s – when life was simpler and most of the country’s population would tend to worry and fear

The thing is, the attraction to these somber scenes – the strange, emotional draw from standing within the eerie atmosphere of all of these abandoned spaces, or even seeing them visually represented is still a largely unexplained emotion called Kenopsia.

Over the course of the last few weeks, myself and a group of friends have accomplished so much. I could not have asked for a better group of friends and people to help in the creation and completion of this project, turning it into something truly awesome. A vision has become a reality, and I will now be able to share it with everybody. Without this amazing group, this would not have come together in such an incredible way, and I can’t thank them enough for being not only an amazing and talented group, but amazing friends. Thank you all.

Apparently the parapet became weak, turning to basically sand from acidic rain, and due to heavy winds was just pushed, literally, over the edge. The sound was like a bomb going off, as a massive 20 foot section of wall came crashing to the streets.

The world sits frozen, as skeletons of tree branches reach up toward the empty white sky. Deep sighs leave the air clouded with a crystallized haze of my breath as I sit, facing the broken glass of a rusted bus window.