The tower housing megacomplex had murals across the common area courtyards. Mid-20th century propaganda style, coal miners, foundries, aerospace construction, and finally, heroic astronauts in space. It was supposed to be thematic, demonstrating the journey from coal to the stars. It had to be somebody’s idea of a joke, or, more likely, a sermon. Either way, the packs of sullen, ill tempered, leisurewear sporting youth that hung around those murals all day for lack of literally anything better to do, seemed positively karmic.