Back in the USSR

Sometimes, when I walk through buildings made out of metal and cement, having gotten there by walking over snow and/or asphalt, I feel like I'm in a movie set in Soviet Russia.  And not in a good way, if there is a good way.  Dirty snow piled in corners and weak green stairwell lights, especially, make me feel like a small heartbeat in a very dead world.  

It's been a rough week.