This made me laugh, then it made me sad.
It reminded me of Mile End in Montreal, where I’ve worked for the last 20 years. I’ve watched it rot from the inside—not from poverty, but from people not giving a shit. When owners stop living where they own, everything slips.
And now, in the last years, I’m starting to see the same thing creeping into the neighborhood where I own my home. It’s slow, quiet, and hard to name—but you feel it.
Cities and neighborhoods are reflections of the people who live there. The social fabric, the vibe—it’s all a product of who’s invested, who’s part of it. When that changes, so does everything around it.
