An odd thought occurred to me today. It occurred to me that towns are much older than people. Particularly old historic places like Oxford and St Andrews. I was looking at old photos from the late 19 th century of St Andrew and the views across the golf course are practically unchanged. I have had the spooky feeling all week that I am just a temporary visitor strolling through streets that will be here long after I am gone. I feel a bit insubstantial.
I suddenly feel the presence of all the ghosts who have walked down these streets before me. And I can feel the press of all the folk who’ll walk along the pavement in years and years to come. I feel like the here and now is precarious and a bit of an illusion.
Nightcap
15 years ago
Posts
No comments:
Post a Comment