dreams before life's fleeting journey has run its course. I'm re-
minded of this every time I see yet another part of my past
vanish from my life, suddenly and without warning.
but we moved in 3 days early on the Saturday.)
hood friends had suddenly expired, and been disposed
I resent change. Sometimes I feel as if I no longer
live in the town I grew up in, but rather one that bears a
bit of a resemblance to it. It's almost like living in an alter-
nate universe, wherein I spend my time wondering if I'll ever
be able to figure out a way to return to my own. I wish I were
The MOLECULE MAN, because then I could revert every-
thing back to how it all used to be. Once more I'd be able to
visit vanished buildings and places I knew as a youth, and
feel as if I belonged again, instead of (just like MEL
TORME) a stranger in my own home town.
There's a time in life when we feel 'in-sync' with the
world, that it's there for us and dances to the same beat
that we do. Then, one day, we suddenly realise that we no
longer recognise the tune and that it's best to 'sit this one out'.
It's then we know that 'our' moment has come and gone, and
that we've now become spectators, as opposed to the partici-
pants we once were. Other dancers have taken to the floor,
and we can only observe and wonder what happened to
the melody and lyrics. For us the dance is over, and
willingly or not, we must accept our relegation.
There was a time when I felt at home in this neigh-
bourhood. It was mine (or, at least, as much mine as
anyone's), and I was one of its younger inhabitants, and an
inheritor of what the future would bring. Now, however, I'm
one of the rapidly diminishing 'old guard', and a brash, new,
fresh contingent of youngsters overrun the place, treating it as
their own. I often find myself feeling like an intruder who's
invading their space (much as I feel like they're intruders
invading mine), and I realise the gossamer nature of the
sense of 'belonging' we humans feel in relation to our
surroundings, and just how transient it can be.
Anyway, to be honest, I never really had a clear
idea of where I was going with this when I started, and
it's now become a bit meandering so I'll draw it to a close.
If it's prompted any thoughts or observations of your own,
feel free to record them for posterity in our contemplative
comments section. We may get something worth read-
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