Several times a week I walk past a small part of a city centre made up of a collection of fairly routine Victorian industrial buildings - what used to be small workshops. They’ve been empty for years, run down, graffiti everywhere, falling to bits. But they ooze character. I don’t know why, it’s sort of urban decay, a glimpse of the past. There’s just something sort of quiet and time-capsule like about this small collection of ramshackle buildings.
Anyway, they’re now slated for demolition, to build another tower, made from glass, identical to dozens of others in the city, and in other cities. Once done it’s going to be cleaner, look nicer but it’s also a bit soulless? I feel quite sad about it. AIBU? Any know what I’m talking about?