There’s a sense of despair with vacant properties. We stare at them when they first wind up empty. Hoping someone comes along. Daydreaming of what it might be. As time goes on we find ourselves ignoring more and daydreaming less. People grumble that some properties are cursed or that despite the location, nothing survives there. In my small rustbelt hometown, vacant buildings litter the downtown, dominate the neighborhood business districts, and speckle the hundred-year-old neighborhoods.