I know why I am not a fan of progress that allows for demolition of buildings that I have gotten used to, of streets that I , not only visually but muscularly know. But why should this distress me that the future generations won’t miss them anyway. Maybe I attach my survival – in some way at least – to things, relationships and people being the way ‘I have always known them’ ~ and I die again and again with their disappearance and replacement of other things, relationships and people that my ghosts cannot recognize. This is why I revisit thoughts and things and people that I glorified in my memory that I may now find disfigured with every addition and repair with the imprecision of my remembering.
(conversations with B.)