Pilgrimace

I had to go to a certain big store, and because the weather is very beautiful, I almost decided to go to a place where I loved a girl 35-36 years ago.

What is there? Nothing.

Those of you who are quite old already know how futile the old memories are.

Yes, there is nothing there. Only well-trimmed bushes, bees, birds, the silence of the sunshine. The dead echoes of long lost children's voices in the wind. The atmosphere saturated with memories, memories so full and still perfectly empty. I cannot touch any of those long gone things, I cannot take any of that with me.

Maybe I will go there another day.