I don’t condone violence, but I nearly always find coordinated insurrection agreeable.
The life cycle of a building man. It sits abandoned and then it either rots away, or it gets torn down, or someone revives it. Does something with it, from wherever it starts. Tiny weeds and flowers grow in after a forest fire, tiny bits of life poke their heads out to prove the coast is clear. There is decay and regeneration, necessary in tandem. The painted tags on those brick walls and boarded windows are like little seed heads poking through the ground. You know its living there. The more established the marks of culture, the safer it is to assume the establishment of that culture. Nothing is really stagnant, if it is affected by time. There is always change, and always opportunity to learn and grow and be. The only certainty is uncertainty, and that’s an incredible thing. You’ll never run out of ideas or circumstances to draw ideas from or possible combinations of the events that make up your life.