I’m in love with architecture. Quirky buildings with peeling paint. Light fixtures that look like they belong in another era. Ancient doors with crooked hinges. There’s something delicious about buildings…I imagine who might have lived there, and which of them might still be there in ghost form.
I long to see these ghostly beings walking the halls and have a mini conversation with them about their day, their neighborhood then. I wish I could travel through time and see some of these old buildings in their hey day.
But they are just as beautiful to me now that they are crumbly and old.