I used to do a lot of big drives in my 20s and early 30s. A different world. Different headspace. Must have logged at least 100k miles on 5+ hour road trips. Only lower 48 state I’ve somehow missed driving through is New Mexico.
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“Going down memory lane” is a thing. Especially when you realize that there are people who never left each landmark. You may have left little bits of yourself carelessly behind everywhere but others never moved. They’re all in, in one place, in one piece. Their lane is a point.
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I may have coasted past my Madeline Point™ without noticing sometime in the last few years
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Squeezing life out of old memories is a bit like squeezing more juice out of an old sketchy looking partially squeezed half lemon you found wrapped in Saran Wrap in the fridge in the back
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People who move tend to move “with the times” in a sense. Movers and stayers kinda bear witness to each other’s lost lives.
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I can sense a sad-mode me to come via a future regeneration in about a decade that will be a powerful downer. You’ve been warned. Being is a continuous choice between melancholy of memory and sanguinary amnesia.
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I left the SF Bay Area almsot 20 years ago. Went back for the first time 5 years ago, right into the gaping maw of Silicon Valley. The old Subaru dealer turned into a McLaren dealer. Tripped me out way more than it should have.
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it was briefly a fisker dealership in there too
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Which town did you grow up in?
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I grew up there as well and left in 1997. Much has changed but it still has that late night weather warm enough to walk in the streets.
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Haven’t been back to the town I grew up in since 1997 when I was 22. That’ll be trippy when I eventually make it back.