The masterpiece of television's modern age, The Wire, came to an end last year. Everyone just left the soundstage, trash-strewn and abandoned and forgotten. Someone recently took photos of the ruins. They're sad.
The show—which taught us, through the lens of a dying Baltimore, that our ability to squander is often times more powerful than our will to succeed—featured the Baltimore Sun heavily in its final season, displaying the industry and craft of newspapers in steep decline. As sad avatar for all we've lost in the real world, the mostly-destroyed fake-world set still lingers. (Though, not for long, the whole soundstage is getting torn down to make way for a supermarket.)