Montreal is a dilapidated city. Don't take my word for it, just open your eyes. You will see it everywhere. Where it is not dilapidated, it is tasteless. My roommate hates it.
"What am I doing here?" he asks. He takes photographs of its ugliness every day. You can see them
here. For the most part I agree with him. To glorify the decay of human structures is to glorify the decay of humanity. But on occasion something charming reveals itself in the mangle of neglect.
For instance, where aged, useless buildings have detached themselves from their younger passengers to slink away and crumble. They leave a tattered patch of their furry skin exposed to the air. Shimmering against a gray or brick surround.
It is an enchanting technicolor lichen.
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and that is what makes montreal so charming.
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