Byron Hotel is a special place. Close to home, it offers
some of my favorite visual stimulates; decaying buildings and graffiti. I have
returned there on many occasions always seeing things a little new. There is something
about the death of an edifice - a loneliness of a place that once thrived and
now transformed into a playground for destruction and expression. Years of
abuse reveals layers immature expletives and sophisticated expressions. It’s
chaotic at first glance, but a closer inspection exposes an unexplained order.
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