Back in the days when the internet was young and my hair was brown, Elena Filatova roamed the abandoned territories of the Chernobyl exclusion zone.
She rode a big black motorcycle and was shooting approximative digital pictures while adding Nitzcheian aphorisms as legends. I really loved what she was about.
She disappeared a few years ago like a lot of women of my age, probably becoming the ghost of her child’s future.
So this is the Chernobyl plant’s bassin, modeled after the best reference i could find. There is no truck of this kind on that specific area though and Elena is gone.
