It reminded me of my visit to Sylt the other day. Besides the natural beauties, there were so many things from the 60's and 70's that were sinful in building, which radiate a similar charm as your haiku. This contrast from dull to fresh and from old to young, from used to new ... it's special because otherwise you wouldn't be able to tell the beautiful from the ugly. So the mood is also from cloudy in contrast to cheerful.
Thank you friend. Learning about your feelings resonating with mine ones, only appearently hidden behind lost items, ghosts, cement, pathetic vestiges of the past. With love and squallor, f3n.
:) why the squalor? ... just kidding. I just wanted to wave another hello.
That's taken from the title of a Salinger's novel btw .. ciao! 😉