Island in the Chaos
In a cupboard I found peace amongst the chaos, a shelf untouched except for by the layers of dust gently building over each surface. Spaces such as this seldom appear in Pripyat. They are tucked away in cupboards or under stages, these are places, which have been left on evacuation, obscured from the elements and attaining a level of self-preservation, which the rest of Pripyat could never attain.
All other spaces are stripping themselves through wind, rain and interaction, yet in these pockets a stillness is found, holding a sense of a frozen moment that if not for the dust, could have been left yesterday, acting as a physical photo for the spaces true identity.