Aug 132014

Up at 2. A single tree frog singing out back. Dreamed I was trying to revisit my old high school but it literally doesn’t exist any more. Well, it does exist in the memories of those who attended, and, in virtual reality, in the writings of those who attended after they too are gone. Significant events survive in the mind, not in the physical settings associated with those memories, because physical reality, is tenuous, and constantly being transformed or obliterated. Yet, I yearn to see, feel, touch the physical reality of Seacrest, not that it was a perfect school, because no institution is perfect. Yet, there is a desire to imaginatively return to the reality of that time and place.

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