Asylum de Christopher Payne

A veces resulta difícil mantener la cordura en un mundo lleno de locos... El fotógrafo profesional "Christopher Payne" pasó 8 años de su carrera fotografiando institutos psiquiátricos abandonados en Estados Unidos. Logrando de esta forma documentar su trabajo en un libro llamada "Asylum".

Se imaginan pasar 8 años fotografiando psiquiátricos abandonados? Qué clase de cosas nos encontraríamos en éste tipo de lugares? Gracias al trabajo de éste gran fotógrafo podemos darnos una idea de lo que el tiempo decidió olvidar en dichos lugares.

When you're talkin' to yourself And nobody's home You can fool yourself You came in this world alone (Alone) So nobody ever told you baby How it was gonna be So what'll happen to you baby Guess we'll have to wait and see One, two Old at heart but I'm only twenty eight And I'm much too young To let love break my heart Young at heart but it's getting much too late To find ourselves so far apart I don't know how you're s'posed to find me lately An what more could you ask from me How could you say that I never needed you When you took everything Said you took everything from me Young at heart an it gets so hard to wait When no one I know can seem to help me now Old at heart but I musn't hesitate If I'm to find my own way out Still talkin' to myself And nobody's home (Alone) So nobody ever told us baby How it was gonna be So what'll happen to us baby Guess we'll have to wait and see When I find out all the reasons Maybe I'll find another way Find another day With all the changing seasons of my life Maybe I'll get it right next time An now that you've been broken down Got your head out of the clouds You're back down on the ground And you don't talk so loud An you don't walk so proud Any more, and what for Well I jumped into the river Too many times to make it home I'm out here on my own, an drifting all alone If it doesn't show give it time To read between the lines 'Cause I see the storm getting closer And the waves they get so high Seems everything we've ever known's here Why must it drift away and die I'll never find anyone to replace you Guess I'll have to make it through, this time - oh this time Without you I knew the storm was getting closer And all my friends said I was high But everything we've ever known's here I never wanted it to die

“Asylum: Inside the closed world of state mental hospitals”

En el prologo, se comenta que la mayoría de esos lugares se construyeron con el propósito de curar, pero con el transcurso del tiempo se transformaron en “verdaderos infiernos”.