Oxidorphines is a journey into the final breath of ships, into the rust that clings to their skin and the stories that sink with them. It is not merely a portrayal of a ship graveyard in Chittagong, Bangladesh, but a visual testimony of transformation—from grandeur to dismantling, from utility to discard. Amidst the scrap and sweat, between corroded steel and hardened hands, I capture the clash between the poetry of the sea and the stark reality of deconstruction.

This work is neither a protest nor a technical chronicle, but an aesthetic immersion into the decaying beauty of corrosion, into the imprint that time and human toil leave on every stranded hull. Photography as an addiction to decomposition, to the texture of the ephemeral.

From glory to rust, ships end their lives in the eerie silence of Chittagong's beaches. No longer vessels, just carcasses dismantled by invisible hands. Amid oil, salt, and metal, forgotten stories emerge—of labor, loss, and survival. This is not just decay; it’s poetry in corrosion. A landscape where memory rusts, but truth endures.