you can't go home, but you can shop there

[mistressindi]

What I know, what I'll never know - turn away from the light of this day
Where I've been, where I'll never go - turn around, take me back again again againTonight I followed my tracks from eight, nine years ago. Passed the new structures built over places I used to haunt, got lost, got confused. Told stories as I went because when bricks and the

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[oregoonie]

All of my old haunts are forest. Thank gad no one can ever pave them.

[mistressindi]

The ones here get paved.

Sigh.

[butrflynreverse]

It's nice to read a recount of that area like that, Julie. While I wasn't tied to it like you were, I miss it too. Such a huge part of my youth, and where I learned a lot of what shaped who I am.
It's hard to see it plowed down and turned into nothing more than a movie theater and some snooty shops. I miss the drum circles, and that sax player that..no matter how much cash I had on me, I always tossed him some.
And the square, and fountain. *sigh*

[mistressindi]

I have hope that it'll get all scummed-up and be reborn somehow.

A vague, not-bloody-likely, cynical sort of hope.