This is a space with a toilet. In the basement. You trending ones out there might notice the beadboard and covered over transom window painted that milky cerulean. Me? I notice the dark shadow over the top half of the image and how the space with a toilet seems to pick up that theme and run with it. I also notice that the toilet tank lid is sitting across the toilet seat. The space with a toilet has existed here since 1940. It’s creepy. It gets creepier when you are supplied with more information. There is another room behind this space. The other room was probably somebody’s bedroom. My God, I beseech. That other room has a bare bulb, a small window tucked up under the ceiling and a packed earth floor. It is stained an unspeakable colour and right next door, of course, is this space with a toilet. If this were the first thing I saw every morning I might be slightly to moderately scared – all of the time. Even if I went upstairs to luncheon with my family, there would be at the back of my mind the knowledge that I will have to return to this at the end of the day. At night. This space with a toilet and the creepy room will have to be radically altered.
The first step will be a smudging.
The second step? Your guess is as good as mine.