Forgotten Workshop
after Karel Hynek Mácha
In the cramped space of a forgotten workshop where tools lie still and unused the smell of machine oil and dust clings to every surface
A single workbench stands its wooden top scarred and worn the vice that holds it in place like a rigid unyielding grip
The air is heavy with the weight of abandoned projects and plans the only sound the creaking of old wooden beams and rusty hinges
I borrowed the dark and introspective tone from Karel Hynek Mácha, and took it to a small, concrete space, exploring the feeling of abandonment and stagnation. The syntax and line breaks are inspired by his concise and direct style.