30: we are all memories.

Met with a friend earlier near my former workplace. A lot of things have changed there, starting with the new mall, upgraded commercial establishments etc. It's a bit hard to recognize what they used to be actually.

Before taking my ride home I decided to stay a bit and from where I stood just take it all in - the little corners, small convenience stores, vendors. Big things have changed, but little remnants were still there - that old empty building where I used to buy some supplies, the 24hour fastfood where we used to stay during wee hours and rant ourselves to death about work with.

You could almost feel them fighting to remain, fighting to stay there to remind you of what this place once was. Maybe some more months and they're totally gone.


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I used to have this dream of an old bench on a limbo, and in this place I was able to talk to some friends from former lives, and they were how I remembered them. Priceless little conversations and silly laughter.

Sometimes I find myself going back to that limbo place wishing that I meet you there and not in this place and time and situation where we consciously or unconsciously hide beneath layers of events or experiences that we believe have shaped who we are now. We tell ourselves we're different now, but we're not.

See you at the bench.









ok. bad photo. bad literal connection. can't help it. haha. but there's a kitty looking at you so it's fine I guess. oookeey stopping now.