Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I’m not sure whether you mean poverty and crime, or truly haunting and sad. The worst energy I’ve ever felt anywhere was on an empty road leading to an open field in Cassedega, Florida. It is supposed to be a super high-vibe town. And for the most part, it was. But that road really got to me. I’m sensitive to energy and truly had a hard time breathing. I didn’t stay in that space long enough to even try to feel into whatever it was.
Lots of mediums and psychic there for real.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:18th St NE a bit further away from Union Station. It was 2008, I was on a work visit to DC, and went to a shoe store that I thought carried some wheelies that a friend asked me to bring. I didn't know what I was getting into, taking public transit and walking, with my orange Furla purse and a matching silk scarf! I must say everyone was nice to me and some nice older black ladies made sure I took the right bus which took me back to Union Station.
so black people are creepy?
Anonymous wrote:I grew up in Schenectady. Want to hear why you all are creeped out by it.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Chernobyl.
Also, Soviet era apartment blocks and apartments in Ukraine and Russia.
I know it will sound weird, but I grew up in one of these blocks and they are nostalgic to me. In fact there is a FB community where people post pictures of Soviet era landscapes, so I am not the only one.
Wow, that's interesting. We were posted in the region for work, and in the first year were talked into taking an apartment in a Soviet building that was minutes' walk from work. It was the entire top floor of a Khrushchyovka, and the apartment itself had been fully renovated and looked great. But outside the windows and in the rest of the building itself, it was bleak as hell. The crumbling walls and general run-down look, plus the filthy, dog waste-strewn land childrens' "playground" areas outside the blocks were super sad, especially because there were often empty alcohol bottles and cigarettes thrown into the childrens' sand pits or under the swings. I made friends with a local family who lived in a non-renovated little flat and you could hear EVERYTHING from the neighbours above and around them.
We moved into an expat type building after that one year.
My parents still live in a Khrushevka (of a "better" type but still) and it's very odd to see my childhood home with the eyes of an adult who has traveled the world somewhat.
What you describe is very familiar. I am seeing it with the eyes of child so to speak...
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:West Baltimore. I drove my son through there a few years ago and he said "What IS this place?" So many abandoned homes and crumbling buildings.
Ahhh, gotta love white privilege!
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:I'm not talking about poverty, crime, or abandonment so much as a sense of gloom and despair.
Weird sentence. These 5 things are very interconnecting.
Anyway, the Delta in AR is the saddest feeling place, outside of urban areas, that I've ever seen in the US.
Its a subtle difference.
Please elaborate. If you're OP, why is Utica creepy, bleak, and featuring a sense of gloom and despair, but not poverty, crime, and abandonment?
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:West Baltimore. I drove my son through there a few years ago and he said "What IS this place?" So many abandoned homes and crumbling buildings.
Ahhh, gotta love white privilege!
Anonymous wrote:I grew up in Schenectady. Want to hear why you all are creeped out by it.
Anonymous wrote:Anonymous wrote:Superior, Wisconsin. Cold, gray, bleak, dirty
Is Duluth nice? I've heard it is.
Anonymous wrote:A hotel in Inari Finland in January. I was a 20yo woman and everyone else at the hotel was a burly older man. I don't speak Finnish. All TV was in Finnish or Russian. I just stayed in my room. I went to the Sami museum though and that was great--it was just the hotel at night that was bleak.
I also got a weird vibe in Molokai. It was beautiful, and the tour of Kalaupappa was fascinating, and I didn't get a sense of hostility from the people I met, but I felt like I would not understand anything even if I lived there for 30 years. It was like half of what was said was a lie/inside joke/myth/historical reference and 50% was not and I couldn't tell which was which. It also felt like a place where it would be so easy to die in the sea or some remote area and never be found, or to be killed and have nobody fess up.
And a Microtel in Syracuse NY. I wish we'd gone with our initial plan of camping even though it was chilly.