**numbered edition of 40 copies** "I often wander in huge empty Buildings. I realize I once squatted this Building and lived in it for a while, but I completely forgot about it. Now I’m here, the Rooms are a bit filthy and covered with Dust. The same Dust there was when I first came here. There’s still the old Machines from the previous Factory and the Content of their Storage, abandoned. Months later, after having forgotten about my Home again, I return and realize it’s been evicted. I feel a bit sad I no longer have this House as my Home. Another Day... I’m in my other House... Here also, there’s a Part which I’d forgotten about. I hadn’t been there for at least Months... I walk Downstairs and come in a kind of small, rectangular Hallway. It’s a very pleasant Place. But behind a Door, there’s a Neighbor who I despise. Quite recently I was living with my Parents. I walked Upstairs and saw a Room which was vaguely familiar. It was full with beautiful Plants, which my Mother was taking Care off. I went further Upstairs and came to a very large Space. About as large as a huge Factory-hall and it even looked like one. It was clear the Factory-hall hadn’t been visited often by People for Ages. Dusty, flaked off Lime Plaster, Concrete Floors and almost entirely empty, apart from a very few Objects, among which was a strange but nice looking small red Couch from the 18th Century. The Couch had a Pluche Fabric and in the Middle it had a Swivel-chair. Because of this, the surrounding Couch functioned more like a Table. The Factory-hall was fully to my Liking and I took up the Plan to live here from now on, instead of living in my small Room at the Groundfloor... Walking through the Hall, it became more and more spacious… I saw new Parts, equally messy and abandoned. Above, there was a gigantic Attic, which I’d been visiting once, in a Dream. It was the Attic of my Grandmother. We (I was apparently in the Company of my Father and a Group of Acquaintances who I barely knew) were able to climb up a rickety Ladder and entered the Attic, where it was even more dusty and entirely empty. It had a wooden Floor, with Sections where one could easily crash through and other Parts where there wasn’t even a Floor at all. I remembered the spooky Atmosphere from the previous Time I’d been here and felt also now, how the Room was filled with a unnerving Type of old Fear. Someone said, a little Child was once hung here, on her arms and legs - and died.” - Raymond Dijkstra

Original Photography by Bart de Paepe. Handwriting and Drawings by Raymond Dijkstra. Each copy is different.