than walking into an abandoned Bed, Bath and Beyond that's been styled to have Mediterranean pillars in a landlocked hard-winter state, listening to your footsteps echo around what used to hold plastic things you forget about fast
what's a more civic religious experience than wandering the ruins of a central business district, effortlessly transitioning from the husk of a frozen yogurt shop to the husk of a tattoo studio to the husk of an optometrist to abandoned bookstore to long-dead upscale bodega
ruined villages, abandoned by minor patron gods of food, fertility, medicine, piercings, sight, agriculture, that thought they could just cut staff to get through an 'economic downturn' they helped make