memories

[thedarkproject]

I don't like change. Too often it seems to be a way of obscuring the memories of things I hold dear. I see people renovating shops and demolishing buildings and changing roads and before long I forget what used to be there, and the things I did in that place.

And I often think life is moving along too fast. I was just thinking today about something I remembered so clearly that it seemed fairly recent, yet when I thought about it, it must have been at least 9 years ago. The same goes for some of the odder dreams I had, which are about 15 years old now. And stuff from 2 or 3 years ago may as well be yesterday, in many cases. It's strange how the mind works, but mainly I'm just worried that the years are just flying by and I don't have much to show for them.

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[theladyskye.livejournal.com]

I feel like that too sometimes, more often of late, which makes me wonder if an era or a time is coming to an end. I have been reflecting on a lot of memories of late - not doing much with them, just turning them over in my hands and listening to them for awhile. I visited my hometown a few weeks ago and had the strange feeling that it was barely recognizable anymore. Things had changed that were such a fixture in those memories. It almost seemed blasphemous that certain haunts were gone altogether. It made me feel old and sad and kind of like I no longer belonged to that place, or it to me.

[thedarkproject]

When I went home over Christmas, the presence of a new shopping centre where once there were derelict buildings meant nothing to me, but the fact that they'd started building a whole new set of houses on the quarry and hillside where I'd played once as a kid... that was sad, even though I'd only actually been there 2 or 3 times. I doubt I'll ever see pictures of how it used to be and once it's gone from memory, it's gone forever.