It’s a kind of modern superstition.
We’ll never know.
That’s the charm of modern ruins.
All that remains of megalomania are monuments of decay.
It’s not the electric drive, it’s a kind of license plate death star.
It would also take some weight off your shoulders.
No one else does.
Perhaps I shouldn’t have opened that door…
It’s impossible to predict where or when you might have a stroke of insight.