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So today we woke up early and went to Chataqua, where a fleamarket is held, I bought Jazz + Classical Records, and my parents were not happy with what was being sold, so we left really fast.
The trip more or less made me resent improvement, it wanted me to make everything stop, stop making more electronics, more noise, more everything. This world is going to fast, you go into a city and you see forgotten burned out buildings, you go into a town that was known for its art and its quaint lakeside town and you find tourist attractions like cheap teashirts and bad knickknacks. I keep hearing stories from my parents on how these towns used to look like, and what went on, and it makes me sad that I will never see them again.
I crave Maine, I crave cold air, but I'm afriad when we go back to the town we used to go, with its cheap shop on the corner that sold sandwiches, and beer, and milk, that instead it will be a yuppie cafe with expensive cheese and bad decorations.
The trip more or less made me resent improvement, it wanted me to make everything stop, stop making more electronics, more noise, more everything. This world is going to fast, you go into a city and you see forgotten burned out buildings, you go into a town that was known for its art and its quaint lakeside town and you find tourist attractions like cheap teashirts and bad knickknacks. I keep hearing stories from my parents on how these towns used to look like, and what went on, and it makes me sad that I will never see them again.
I crave Maine, I crave cold air, but I'm afriad when we go back to the town we used to go, with its cheap shop on the corner that sold sandwiches, and beer, and milk, that instead it will be a yuppie cafe with expensive cheese and bad decorations.