youth gave me a bias of my old town. i could draw it out for you with my eyes covered. every street has a memory. but things change. the memories get torn down, the streers get renamed and repaved. the forests along the outskirts get torn down.
i left before i lost more, i couldnt stomach it.
ive stayed indoors in this new town. i dont have memories on streets – i couldnt give you directions. i can hear the town changing – but ill never truly notice. ive stay uninvested in progress and in doing so, ive never become attached to it.
eventually i will leave this town for another – my admiration may or may not follow.