One of the transfer parkings of the Moscow Metropoliten. Idea was to keep suburban people's cars whole day, while they use train to commute around the city.
Now the line gone further, and this lot is decomissioned, due to lack of customers.


I know that i'm in the bad stage now, but thoose barrier system remains remind me of myself really: Empty, left to rot, wanted neither by thoose who created it, nor by thoose who it was created for. And the valuable parts were ripped off, leaving only numb steel wirings.

Hey, maybe that's why i like places like this? 'Cause it feels like someone with similar problems? A company of soulless objects?

Duh, don't take mah drama too close - it's infective ;3