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People and places that are not there anymore...

12/1/2013

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I’m getting older. I don’t say it with any special bitter regret. It’s simply a statement of fact. Getting older is the only way we have to remain alive and since there is not any other option I suppose it’s much more logical to take it the way it is.

Today it’s my birthday. I have already had many birthdays, so one more or one less it doesn’t make such a great difference.

I’m writing these irrelevant thoughts here in this semi-private space, because I have the impression that   very few people might arrive by chance until these virtual shores and might take the time to read what I write, more for myself than for any presumed audience.

I realize I’m old because  I have considered lately that I have seen in my life several places which don’t exist anymore and I have met many people who are  dead by now.

I know that, just said this way, the concept might sound a bit gloomy, so I must repeat that I don’t feel  any  special regret, simply I realize, with a certain astonishment, that I have already had a long life and I have been lucky enough to see things that nobody will see anymore, because they have disappeared.

It’s important to cultivate one’s memories, because often they become like precious personal vestiges.

Of course I’m aware that millions of people have had the same experiences I have had, and surely many more than me. But in my limited dimension I  have had my chances  and  the idea that  some of them cannot be repeated  makes me feel a little lost, like when in a summer night one starts looking at the starry sky and suddenly  imagine that we are just an infinitesimal spot  in an endless  universe.

I have chosen this apparently incongruous photo to illustrate this topic, because it’s in theme, in my opinion. It shows something which doesn’t exist anymore and which will never exist again in this exact form and shape. A photo of a flower I took long time ago. The life of flowers is not the most ephemeral life in nature, but it’s already in the category of very short ones.

So this flower will not be seen anymore, in reality, by anyone.

I think that in the next days, I’ll write down on this virtual notebook a few of the things or the places I have seen and now have disappeared. Just to keep them more alive in my mind.

Some of them were very important and also their disappearance or, better, their passing, created a great emotion, or attention; others were apparently less important.Nevertheless I think that everything, which is irremediably over, leaves a small trace in the experience of life of the people who had been  somehow related to that.

I’ll close this first chapter with   one of my memories which I share with a great number of people.

I had been in New York on the top of one the Twin Towers. When I was there I could not imagine   what would have happened a few years later. I don’t want to add anything to that. There is nothing to say. Words are often inadequate.  My thoughts now need to become silent.


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Stanley
18/8/2013 05:05:53 pm

I can empathise with you on the passage of time. When I was into speleology (caving) in my Uni days, we found a cave and the club opened up the entrance to explore it. Just a small passage but it had some decoration (a column, stalactite and stalagmite) . I took photos of them. A few years later we returned and the decoration had been taken by vandals. I wish now we had not been so keen to explore the cave system and leave things as they were. I must find my slide photos because that is all that is left and my/our memories.

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