"oh no!!!!!" as i read the vandalism story. "that's my building, the one i so love to photograph."
what you saw was a diapidated hulk. what i saw were at least 75 years of individuals and their memories earning their livelihoods, plying their trades, "paying their way."
the graffiti had it's style, too. when my alcohol level was fine and the shadows and settings were just so, the old structure was surreal.
this lovely old ballad by miss lady expresses exactly how i feel today about just a news item to you.