It’s quite apparent that not everything is possible anyway, so I’ll let my hands fly through the keyboard as quietly as possible. Abandoned buildings are just one of a kind.
Out of this urban sprawling landscape, they are the loudest resemblance of nature fighting against time to blossom into its own universe. They hold such darkness yet profoundly wholesome to imagine that once, their floors were not flooded by sludge and ducks, but something more sinister.
Once, their legacy has outlive
countless generations until it comes to a halt in the most bourgeois and mortal
death. But hey, we can’t avoid addressing the elephant in the room. Or can we?
No buildings should be abandoned, and if anyone has the resources and faith in humanity because these things take a lot of mental strength, why not revive these poor babies?
I believe concrete and steel are the pinnacles of modern construction as of now, sadly. But we’ll have to make do of what we have already lost.
Whenever I come across one, my mind wanders into the endless enclaves of fictional memories of a once forgotten era. It imitates the sense of sadness and tranquillity of a pond that once host a lonely Loch Ness, now that feeling makes me wonder if a fresh coat of paint or a multi-colored chandelier, or a golden spiral staircase will ever be enough to cheer him up.
If all of this magic happens at the whip of a pen, I’m
quite certain that when it comes to the end of my jabbering, you’ll be thrilled
and honored to stop building and start saving.