july

Lots of places I’ve spent time in the past are no longer places I recognize fully, just not the same places from my memory. 

They just aren’t and it’s bittersweet

creating and destroying; flying cars, roc.camera, july.rocks

It’s happening to me with my hometown. In a way, where I’m from no longer exists. Definitely bittersweet.

To me is like not only a lack of memory, but sometimes (often) a big delusion. Probably the same bittersweet experience

🥲 been feeling like that a lot since covid

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=QR1CwJTXUIk

post-covid apocalypse hit hard 

but on a serious note, nostalgia can be a bit of a bitch

Sometimes it's not the fault of the place(s), sometimes we change as a person and so our expectations of what the place should be, changes

As far as they’re becoming better we can’t complain