The part about taking down and throwing stuff away was very interesting.

It's like when you sit in a old abandoned building, graveyard, etc. It used to have lots of life in it, lots of importance, meaning, etc. To not respect that meaning almost kills the people from those things all over again. Even funnier that public areas get less of this ideal, even though they probably had a far larger amount of meaning in them to some people.

The town I live in has a lot of old factories (one even was a factory for old hats, I like to imagine they were fedoras), and you can kind of tell how far this little place has fallen since when it was at it's height in the twenties-sixties. Lots of old buildings that are lined side to side with the homes on top of the shops and such. President even showed up here once talking about how this town was a testament to the US rebuilding or something of the sort (the town did well in the depression, since it was fueled by coal mining rather than production or banking, people here aren't a fan of "coal banning obama").

Now it's a town of a few thousand, the rails that once fueled it are gone, and there isn't much but a walmart, a shopping center, and a dwindling coal mine industry left. I get the same feeling about this town sometimes that I got thinking about that room.