I was the one who found this house and brought it to the attention of the UE community. I used to explore abandoned houses full of people's lives all the time. As I matter of fact it was one of many primary interests of mine. It originated from the enthusiasm of olde world antiquities, house fittings, the ways of life "back in the day" and the fact that as time has gone on in this corporate, commercialised, greedy, addicted world - - people like this little old lady have been forgotten. If it weren't for people with cameras splashing their photos all over instagram then they'd be lost in time foreevr. Their stories never told. This used to weigh heavy on my heart, make me feel a plethora of emotions; empathy, despair, nostalgia, guilt etc. Sometimes, seeing people's photo albums left behind would make me cry. I hope I'd never let this happen to a relative of mine. Nothing felt more fulfilling than capturing a fleeting, fading existence of someone's story before their house demolished, their remains thrown into a skip...
As time went by I thought ................ wait .............. trespassing on property and breaking into what was once home to someone, who is most likely dead or in a nursing home, is actually sick, perverse, desperate and its totally deluded to think you're doing yourself or anyone else dead or alive a favour by taking a multitude of photos and putting them onto something as shallow
as facebook/instagram; it doesn't make you some kind of advocate of the dead, it just makes you another moron addicted to waking up in the morning and signing into whatever social media platform you've got going and getting a boner over how many notifications/followers you have (validate me, society! validate me!) when all the while, at the core, it just makes you a creep. I'd walk around people's underwear, toothbrushes, medications, dentures (!!). You see it online so you think its okay if everyone else is doing it, but are you a sheep to the crowd or are you going to stop and think about what you're doing? Its not on - its not your place to be digging around in this persons life. I've helped people through death; I've worked in palliative units helping those suffer from cancer, pneumonia, liver failure, whatever - I've helped them leave this world with their mourning families standing around them in sadness - never ever in a million years do you ever see their last stages of life/what they look like/what they go through, go online - and for a good reason. Its a matter of respect for the dieing/dead. Its not even about posting it online its just a matter of it not being your place to intrude on something that doesn't involve you.
Besides, its just a crappy old post war house full of stuff. Interesting stuff sure, but if you like seeing old stuff, theres this place in Paddington called the Antique Market. There is also one now in Camp Hill. Its full of (overpriced) rusty crusty old stuff. You don't need to be a complete and utter stranger snooping around a dead ladies private sanctuary and comfort zone sticking your camera around to see any of it.
My hard drive crashed in July 2017. I lost a lot of photos, and I lost ALL my abandoned hoarder house sets, never to recover them ever. If that isn't an omen I don't know what is. Get into some real exploration and do some tunnels, or drains, or power stations, broadcast centres, hospitals, or whatever facility/place/thing people don't usually have regular full access to. Don't you find that more interesting? Pubs are cool but you can just organise to meet up with a mate for a beer if you want to go to a pub. Churches; mass starts each Sunday. Schools; we all know what they're like unless you were home schooled or uneducated. Do you see a pattern? How desperate are you to explore something?
There is a huge, fantastic, incredible world out there full of the most amazing off limits, abandoned places and they're so very, very limited in Brisbane. Instead of wasting your time on crappy houses, save up and go to Europe, Japan or North America