for years this building on 9th and Hill stood slowly collecting grime, soot, syringes, broken windows, graffiti, used rubbers, blood, and families and families of rats, as well as serving as a valuable source for parking has now joined the dandy lot, the prancing pony club.
sandblasted, fresh paint, new windows and blah blah blah. basically fucked it.
i know i know, that sounds kind of negative, but call me sentimental. i like the way time leaves its mark. especially on something so glorious as downtown los angeles.
HAIKYO
this is a Japanese word that describes a sentiment and fascination with the decay of architecture.
