It used to be a theater, abandoned except for the bottom floor, resigned to a slightly sketchy convenience store. As I watched from the small crowd gathered behind the tape, I felt a sort of melancholy. Not because I personally felt attached to the building, but out of sympathy for those who are. The walls crumbled and the bricks fell on to the street, the walls a brittle shell of something that had once been great. Every brick was put in place carefully but were taken apart by the rather impersonal prod of a backhoe. The memories torn apart in blackened, broken pieces, piled to be put in a dump and disregarded. Reminded me a bit of "Ozymandias."
But the one thing that really struck me was the size of the crowd gathered to watch and take pictures of the theater's demolition. Just think, the destruction of a place that was once a center of art and culture becomes fascinating because of the primitive human interest in destruction.
I'm unsure of what this tells me about humanity.
Love,
-J-
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