(Places have souls. They have seen things. They are guardians of those things. Or something.
20 years ago when I learned that they had destroyed Stax Records’ studio, an old movie theater with an amazing sound (only to build a copy across the street, jfc), I felt devastated.
My foster mom’s house potentially sold next year can’t be true.
My friend’s apartment she told me yesterday that she left recently, makes me sadder than it should. It had one of those 50s/60s very well thought-out layout and I have great memories from it. Gone.
It’s probably a mix of being from Europe where places don’t change for 75 straight years if not longer, and the adoption thing which makes one acutely aware of spaces due to not belonging to any by default. Those together trigger in me a greater sense of loss when places change, transform, disappear.
America and Japan are ruthless on that end.