Standing abandoned for decades in a not so good neighborhood.

No wonder why no one seems surpised when I dissapear suddenly in a grille in the pavement. Who cares?

At the moment my eyes got used to the dark i noticed strange creatures staring at me.

Creatures behind glass, creatures soaked in formalin.

Put in bottles somewhere in the 1930's.

Some in one piece, some in bodyparts,

and other bottles only holds a head which eyes that seems to be following me.

Once out of the cellar i walk into another room. Big cabinets against the wall.

Again bottles and jars, put together on shelfs, like the remais of a bizarre Noah's Ark.