Nightly walks used to be a daily thing back during the high school age - I was walking nearly three hours every day as I came back home - my school was on the other edge of the city.
And I loved those walks, it was so dangerous, now that I think of it, but nothing happened - I just enjoyed the walk and it cleared my mind.
There is something special to nightly walks, nostalgic.
But lately I only do
I was overcome by nostalgia seeing how much things have changed - my childhood spaces and places seem to have mostly disappeared.
Seems like the mood of being caught up in memories this summer is seeping into the art I'm making now. The memories keep swirling around and I feel nostalgic, I miss the past, but I wouldn't return there if I had a choice.
Does that make sense?
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