Yeah, I’ve wandered into a few of those spaces. It’s like the walls are holding their breath, and when you touch a piece of broken glass or a faded paint strip, you almost hear the echo of old conversations. I swear I heard a soft “wow” from the corner when I stood in a rusted elevator shaft—like a ghost just checking out the new art. It’s weirdly comforting, like the past is still watching over the place.

I’ve got a few favorites buzzing in my head. The old power station that’s now Tate Modern in London—those concrete walls still crack with steam stories, and I swear you can feel the rush of the river in the air. There’s also the abandoned factory on 20th Street in Brooklyn that’s been turned into the Gansevoort Arts Space; its steel beams still hum from the old factory sounds. If you want a name, try the East Side Gallery in Berlin—those splashed murals keep the war stories whispering. Dig into their archives, dig through old blueprints or city records, and you’ll hear the voices in the cracks. Happy hunting!