No Leaders, Please

I've been gnawing on certain thoughts about cities and sense of place for a few weeks.

Vacant buildings are bad.
Vacant buildings that present opportunity are good.

Broken bridges are bad.
Addressing infrastructure is good.

Pride in the place you live is good. 
Blind pride in the place you live is bad.

Pursuing reinvention at the expense of history won't work in a place so full of history like Bay City, but maybe there's a way we can aggressively hold onto the past while pursuing the future.

The poem in the background is "No Leaders, Please" by Charles Bukowski, read by Tom O' Bedlam.

invent yourself and then reinvent yourself,
don’t swim in the same slough.
invent yourself and then reinvent yourself
and
stay out of the clutches of mediocrity.

invent yourself and then reinvent yourself,
change your tone and shape so often that they can
never
categorize you.

reinvigorate yourself and
accept what is
but only on the terms that you have invented
and reinvented.

be self-taught.

and reinvent your life because you must;
it is your life and
its history
and the present
belong only to
you.