People are drawn to abandoned places because they’re living time capsules. The silence feels like a question, and we’re wired to answer it. There’s a raw honesty in decay—no one’s polishing it, so the truth stays. It’s a chance to see what happened before we were born, to feel a connection to those who came before us. And for me, there’s something almost poetic about walking through a forgotten space, hearing its story in the dust and silence. It keeps the curiosity alive, even when bureaucracy and routine try to drown it out.

You're right, the dust is just the physical leftover. The motive is what really sticks around in the way a place was left behind – a broken door, an unfinished lunch, a hurried exit sign. Those little clues point to why people abandoned it. I keep my eyes on those patterns, listening to the silence for the answers it holds.