Urban decay. Old buildings falling into ruin. Edgy, dangerous, desolate, an inhospitable city landscape.
I don’t know why I see beauty in the abandoned but I do. Maybe it all comes down to my penchant for the underdog, the disenfranchised. After all, you can’t get a greater symbol of the downtrodden than a falling apart building.
It almost seems like the old buildings are shouting: The future is here, see what happens when you look away? Their appeal is frightening, fascinating, the way a speck of blood looks on jagged glass.
They had so many stories within their walls. They have so many stories. Disregarded, but still worth a look.
Urban decay. Still beautiful, no matter what they say….