I grew up in a fallen industrial city turned criminal shit hole and this picture unironically speaks to me. To everyone else it was shit, but to me it was home.
I remember, on a night out, running into some guys from Amsterdam who randomly decided to go to my city and they asked where they could party. I took them to the one party bar in the city and they looked absolutely shocked. It was filled with like outlaws and what not. I mean, I knew everyone in there and I had a blast but they couldn’t believe the shithole they were in.
Anyway, what I want to say is that despite the picture showing a shit, sad view, it is probably home to someone who can see the beauty and the memories in the place.
That being said, can’t wait for a socialist world in which I don’t have to see that fucking yellow M anymore.
Honestly, I kind of get it too, having grown up in a small town in the western USA – one of those agricultural communities which had a short boom during the Roosevelt years and has been in a perpetual state of decay and opiod addiction every since the 1980s. Living there, I couldn’t wait to get out. But a few years ago, I met up with a childhood friend and we started reminiscing. My friend then summed it up: “You know, I kind of miss all that. It was weird and sad and crappy, but it was us…”
I grew up in a fallen industrial city turned criminal shit hole and this picture unironically speaks to me. To everyone else it was shit, but to me it was home.
I remember, on a night out, running into some guys from Amsterdam who randomly decided to go to my city and they asked where they could party. I took them to the one party bar in the city and they looked absolutely shocked. It was filled with like outlaws and what not. I mean, I knew everyone in there and I had a blast but they couldn’t believe the shithole they were in.
Anyway, what I want to say is that despite the picture showing a shit, sad view, it is probably home to someone who can see the beauty and the memories in the place.
That being said, can’t wait for a socialist world in which I don’t have to see that fucking yellow M anymore.
Honestly, I kind of get it too, having grown up in a small town in the western USA – one of those agricultural communities which had a short boom during the Roosevelt years and has been in a perpetual state of decay and opiod addiction every since the 1980s. Living there, I couldn’t wait to get out. But a few years ago, I met up with a childhood friend and we started reminiscing. My friend then summed it up: “You know, I kind of miss all that. It was weird and sad and crappy, but it was us…”