Do you ever feel the loss of a place?
When somewhere that was once as familiar as your own mind becomes new or different or gone. That perfect atmosphere at that perfect time, sliding from reality into memory. Your old familiar places, gone.
Wherever I go I find ‘my’ places. My cafes. My bookshop. My cinema. My supermarket. My park. Places that become a sanctuary, a haven, a home from home.
My cinema in Arlington, Virginia, reclined in leather chairs with one of my closest friends in the world – I’m sent back there by a line of dialogue in a film, the smell of popcorn.
My cafe in Ixelles, Brussels. That specific taste of tea and ginger, the opening chord of that song on repeat, the rain on the pavement outside.
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