Whenever I see an empty building I wonder what life was like when folks lived or worked there. Some buildings I pass have been empty for years. Why doesn't anybody fix them up and rent the apartments or create offices.
I wish the walls could talk. There may have been some interesting conversations in those places. Maybe I could hear the noise of partygoers or the happy voices of children. Maybe I would hear fighting or yelling. Who knows what else those walls would say.
Would make sure I have a notebook handy so I could record all this. I probably be writing like a mad person hoping to get everything down. This reminds me that ideas are all around and can pop up anywhere.
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