returning to places that you can vaguely recall is harrowing. the ground was moved by us yet will outlive us. you were a different person years ago and were here. youβre now here where you once were. who were those people you were with? who were you?
little details, random smells that aren't really there, small specs of life ripping you out of the current moment and washing over you with such intensity that it gets hard to breathe
