When out west, heading north from Roswell, I remember passing through a few old, dying or wholly abandoned towns. Its always an interesting concept, the idea of a town dying. The anatomy of it interests me. Businesses move out or away, people follow them. Less move to the town. Less businesses and more people leave. The older people linger, no where to go, but the markets dry up and there is less of everything.
Eventually only a few lonely souls remain, remembering times past. But in time they too wander on or die and the town is a shell.
Its been happening for thousands of years, and continues to happen today. A town is much like a living organism. It lives. It thrives. It declines. It dies.
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