The architectural ruins impress me. Buildings and monuments of the past outlive humans for centuries. And when you meet that destroyed and stone one you start thinking about the frailty of being and the constant change of a seemingly unshakable essence.
You stand in the middle of the ruins and it seems that there was no building and it was in this form that these ruins appeared, and for some reason, they are standing here intentionally. And people come to them, leave their paintings, things and thoughts...