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In the world after the world, the quietest places remain unchanged. Below the bridges, a scrapyard sits in silence. Nearly all of the useful tools were pillaged in the first weeks of the collapse. In the first few days, its remote location kept it fairly isolated. It did not take long though for this place to become a killing zone for scavengers.

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A little about the project: Its a post apocalyptic gallery of a reality that exists only in my dreams. For now. That's why they are all labeled under surreal. Individually many are not but together I believe they fall under surreal quite well.