Your curtains still hang in the window like someone may return. Return to remove the caution tape and repair the damage from all the years sitting unattended. But now it's been too long, the city failed you and your vines now emulate the barbed wire that protects you from us. There will soon come a day when you fall to the ground and then the city won't feel so guilty building the grocery store they want to replace you with. Preservation fail.