memories

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.