Walking downhill to the coffee shop in Asheville, you pass three big brick Victorians on a hill, all behind construction fencing. Can only assume they’re destined to be replaced by something like the building in the background. Which, if it were replacing a parking lot or a gas station or whatever, I would love. But.
Why I hate capitalism, part one million. Developer barfs up yet another cookie cutter apartment building on the block, and then the very next thing they do is block the sidewalk with a (heavy! Like 75 pounds!) sign for their shitty cookie cutter apartment building. This is why I need to start carrying those big fat permanent markers.