economic geography, as we have seen elsewhere.
The wall of the warehouse-like utilitarian brick building below – roughly of the same vintage as the nearby derelict bank – faced onto a vacant lot. It had a shocked and vacant look itself, as if still wondering what had happened to the torn-down building that evidently abutted it until fairly recently.
How horrible to be an architect, I often think. In almost every case, the fate of your work is degradation followed by obliteration.