I get obsessed with empty business parks, abandoned factories, vacant homes, and buildings. Lives were once lived in these spaces. Harsh words and loving expressions happened inside the now-vacant rooms. Some work happened. People talked, dragged boxes across concrete floors under flickering florescent lights, argued, laughed, drove forklifts, answered phones, and presumably made money for a while. What happened? A gnat’s ass of a minor mystery whose answer is known by someone.