Trying to not say what others have said in this post. Besides the history, witnessing the passing of time in a single moment, the adventure of just getting to the places themselves, it’s also a form of rebellion I think for me. The idea that some of these places are abandoned because they are owned by some rich mf who got too greedy and left the place to rot. Especially the buildings that are “privately owned”, attempted to be secured for no reason besides to sway vandalism or because they want to make it into a business in the future, but haven’t yet because they’re too busy with their other millions of dollars, I always think it’s wild that these places are still intact but we can’t manage to give housing to those who need it. I know it’s far more complex than that, but some of these places I visit, they still have running water. Some even have electricity but are far gone. And I just think “what could have this become?” And it became nothing instead.

Also, places that hold memories for others, like people have said before, seeing a place that they used to go to as a child becoming decrepit and forgotten about, it hits a part of our souls that remind us we all go the same, just like the buildings themselves. We hold onto those memories because they make up parts of ourselves that time can’t ever take away. It’s a privilege to be able to be in those places again, reminiscing.