Ruins Chaser

AMELIA: What do I do? Well, I take pictures of ruins that have been overtaken by nature. 
STRANGER: Really. Why? 
AMELIA: A hobby turned career. Ever heard of the national Geographic? 
STRANGER: You're kidding. 
AMELIA: I swear it. Sometimes I pinch myself to make sure that's really what I get to do in my life. 
STRANGER: So you're a... like a - tornado chaser? Like Twister?
AMELIA: Safer. But, sure. I guess I'm a 'ruins overtaken by nature' kinda chaser. 
STRANGER: Huh. When I was a kid I used to bike to this house in my town. Deserted house. The witch's house - we all called it. The yard was covered with weeds. Ivy was overgrown, blocking the windows. I used to go there to get away from everything. To escape my parents' fighting. To cut school. I never went inside, I just... hung out. Guarding the witch's house. Like a watch dog. Like a soldier at a checkpoint. Some years later the house was demolished. It was to be a parking lot of a new mall. I was long gone and I guess no one took my spot so the witch's house stood lonesome. Guard-less. What was once overtaken by nature was now turned into society's nature: Greed. Gold. Gasoline. I swore to never sat foot in that mall. My little town became a city. And deserted houses became a thing of the past. Nature now is a crystal ball sold in a souvenir shop at a mall. 
How many of those stories are there... I wonder. How much beauty is overlooked and demolished, just like that. 
AMELIA: What is to one a ruin - to another - it is an entire world found. 
STRANGER: I get it. With that camera of yours - you shed a light over everything we don't want to look at. We can build the fanciest most glamorous towers, but those will never bloom like flowers in the spring.