The Barracks 

While living in Malta in 2019 I referred to my accommodations as the barracks. My concrete refuge was built as a three-story elementary school in the 1940/50s and had an institutional Cold War vibe and kitchen sinks as big as bathtubs. For one month I inhabited that chilling vastness alone. These two windows that looked out over an empty primary school stood central to my nighttime spooks. With the darkness, each hallway, room and sound transformed into a creepy movie scenario playing out in my head, especially on the many nights when the ocean winds howled.

Marsaxlokk, Malta