LuckyOtter – the fascination of ruins
I’ve always been drawn to ruins. Something about the dark, destroyed, hopeless and desolate fascinates as much as it frightens me.
I remember back in the 1970s and 1980s the burned out apartment buildings in the South Bronx. Blocks upon blocks of scorched skeletons of tall project buildings, with no one living in them, glaring down on huge vacant lots filled with the hulks of old rusted cars, broken glass, and mountains of trash. Sometimes these lots were cordoned off behind chain link fencing, which was usually breached in some way, twisted or collapsed in places. What was the point of cordoning off so much nothing?
As tempting as it was, I never dared take the subway up to the Bronx to get a closer view, but whenever I passed through the South Bronx as a passenger in someone else’s car, I’d crane my neck as far as it would…
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