Week 97 // Part of the Price to Exist

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People can forge such strong connections with places. They can live in our hearts and our memories nearly as vividly as people. They are containers for our experiences, and incubators for our emotions. I found out this past week that a house I once shared with some friends has been demolished. I hadn’t seen it in a very long time, in fact I was a bit surprised that it hadn’t been torn down long ago, along with the rest of the student housing development in which it was situated. It was the sort of crusty old place that had seriously been through the wars. It was surely filled with asbestos and mold, and I don’t want to know what else, but I didn’t really mind because I was too young to turn my nose up at such conditions. We filled it with friends and lovers and it was as alive as a place could be. My life isn’t any different now that it’s gone. After all, for me it has only existed as a memory for the past six years anyway. But knowing it is gone twists me up just a little bit. It is a reminder of the way the days and weeks slowly turn over, taking with them people and places as they go. Those people and places are part of the price we pay just for being here. We get attached. They go away. They also make the whole thing worth it, so I suppose it is a price that I’ll reluctantly pay.

Here’s hoping your Monday doesn’t totally suck.

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4 thoughts on “Week 97 // Part of the Price to Exist

  1. Your best work yet. Now take a phydsical place turn it into a way of life or an established system of thought that was the core of what you ever did or wanted to do. I will leave it there for another day.

  2. hey jesse, really kicked ass and took names on this one. This whole subject has been on my mind probably more than it should’ve seeing as i just left under 2 months ago, but my last year there is something im as excited as I’ve been about anything else in my life, but still sad to know that the place I’ve called home for four summers now eventually won’t be anything more than fond memories. really, really, liked this. thanks for being a good man, trying, and helping me us keep our chins up when we’re so full of shit

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