Passed this boarded up building on Saturday morning. It was a dull overcast morning which seemed to lend this formerly grand building a peculiar melancholy.. For whatever reason it had the air of a crumbling Ms. Haversham. Abandoned when the future seemed so bright. I thought the feature of the chained front gate and short pathway to the graffitied front door acted like a tatty veil, projecting a faded modesty. Crumbling, boarded up, scribbled on by people who cannot spell their own names...
Even the most lovely building suffers the remorseless tyranny of time.
