A strange thing

Why is it derelict building make me feel so sad, their roofs caved in, windows broken and shrubs poking out through gaps in the stonework. Like a broken heel on a favourite shoe I suppose abandoned buildings must still chime somehow of the happy times I imagine took place inside.

But as a counterpoint, surely new buildings going up should fill me with hope and excitement of the possibilities they propose. But they don’t, to me it’s just sheets of concrete and steel, not so much a blank canvass, just a blank. Maybe it’s a question of style or maybe I’m old fashioned already?