Orbital

There are times when I find myself missing Madison.

Old...

Not often, mind you, but sometimes, in the snowy, wet mush of winter, the melting water pouring leadenly down stained and cracked concrete slab houses, heavy snowflakes landing with a moist smush on corrugated tin roofs of entirely disposable housing units, the slush of cars and scraping of dragged umbrellas on the streets...

New...

...the calls of legions of identically suited hosts and miniskirt sporting hostesses standing on corners, the dank and depressing degredation of nature in jam packed alleyways and rotting wooden window slates, the mindless rush of bundled people streaming from one place to another, rickety noise of trains clacking down subway rails, the parallax of countless streetlights burning at all hours of the evening... I find myself wandering back in my mind to the place I called home for five years.

Here...

We were all sort of kids then, growing up and playing in a bubble that existed somewhere on the border between "real life" and "childhood". Some of my friends have already left before me, some left with me, others still wrapped in its deceptively slow and easy pace of life.

Here...

It's not fair, I suppose, to compare winter here with summer there. But I still can't shake the knowledge that this is real life now, and from now on, each and every winter counts.

I feel the burden of age sometimes, in snowy blustery passages like today. Only 24, but still remembering back on when I was just 21 or 22... I guess the nostalgia of time takes me. Those were really wonderful days.

Memories...

Now listening to: "Orbital - Halcyon on +on ...."
9:52 am