A Post-Industrial Autumn

What can one say in the face of a single branch of ivy—bright-yellow—poking out from behind the bright-light-blue corrugated-sheet-metal facade of a factory? It’s surely brick behind. Walk a block or two to find another: brick yet uncovered, but coated in a rainbow of dying ivy leaves… another old factory. This is what we have: old factories, many made bright and colorful by different ideas of care and neglect. Are we to say “thank you” for the color?

by Jacob Titus on Tutt Street at Vested Interest