This photograph must have been used as an operating room.

That picture is beautiful and poetic from a metaphoric perspective, because the majority of that room is full of old and dried paint that is falling from that ceiling and then there is that dirt and concrete floor, with what is probably patches of carpeting in the foreground. And, then there is that light, that is shinning to the ground (or floor) that from a poetic point of view does symbolise that there is always hope for all of mankind in love and peace.

That hallway photograph does have many stories to tell about the patients that did live and sleep in all of those individual rooms.

That wall has made me cry, it reminds me of my grandparents that I will always love, they did live and then they died in Tupelo, Mississippi.