The grags came down heavily on those who did not conform and seemed not to realize that this was like stamping potatoes into the mud to stop them growing.

― Terry Pratchett, Raising Steam

yeah

the turkeys roaming the streets are wild ngl

(a7sii, tamron 24-70/2.8)

One is the leftovers from recent activities that for one reason or another haven't been taken care of. This one lies on the surface, is usually pretty easily fixable and can even have its own charm (to a certain extent, of course)

The other appears almost inevitably when people live in one place for long time. Stains in the kitchen become impossible to wash away, junk gets hidden in nooks where no one ever checks on it, dust collects in places where it is impossible to get it out... Good housekeeping can postprone these changes but not prevent them, renovation can push them back but only by so much. With enough time passing, the look of the place itself becomes too different from what people of today would call home.

You may have caught the choking feeling when entering a cheap rented apartment, "old people lived here". The place may be functioning and liveable but it does not want any new people. It doesn't want you here.