sepia toned image of buildings along the central stream by mills. 1989-1995
When along the road of nostalgia there are times we are brought up short by the sight in front of our eyes. Maybe something has changed drastically, and a beloved view is now gone. Or maybe it appears not to have changed a bit. It is funny how the mind can remember, or misremember, something that had an impact. I have heard that simply by revisiting a memory changes it, and I have to agree with that concept. It can be shown in the recall of movie scenes and lines that seemed embedded, but upon seeing the scene again are different than the memory. Life softens and sharpens with seemingly little consistency, for what reason no one really knows.
Once upon a time, a man was given a car to drive through life in
Wherever he went, there were friends to greet him.
Over the years, the man maintained the car as best he could.
But eventually things began to wear out. As a result, one day there was damage beyond fixing.
The beautiful car was totaled.
However, the man walked away.
In that weird elasticity that time possess it seems both that it has been more than 5 years, and yet fewer simultaneously. I have to stop and ask myself if something occurred before or after my dad’s death, and sometimes it takes a moment to become clear in my mind. Time is a trickster, condensing and expanding, shifting around our memories like a shell game. There are things you know are coming yet still surprise you with their arrival, catching you mid stride and forcing you to stop to take it in. As it has and will continue to do for all of us.