Change can’t be stopped. Progress can’t be halted
and although they are working on it at Harvard, time still does
not slow down and let you get off at the best parts. Some things
will get better, other things will get worse and some will just
get lost completely in the shuffle. Change offers us only two
options: participate or step aside. However, memories are nowhere
near as exacting. They remain fluid, forgiving, vivid and accessible
when we need them and for as long as we can hold on to them. Luckily
memories can not be torn down, closed or turned into condos, even
in Williamsburg.
I still have moments when I am walking through my neighborhood
and the light is just right, there is music coming from somewhere
and I see an empty warehouse building that has yet to be converted
into luxury lofts, covered with graffiti, falling apart and yet
rising up defiantly into a blue sky and I feel like not much has
changed but the price of coffee. I can live with that. It is a
relatively small price to pay for the luxury of going back in
time, even if it is just for a minute.
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