Every street had a story. Every building a memory.
Walking down the path of life, every place I see is not physically present, sometimes my laptop can be home. The comfort of knowing that I'm in a familiar and comfortable place.
But the great memory doesn't stay in the same place. Why? Sometimes I'm just a walk down memory lane. With the beautiful memories and the shame and regrets.
All these memories take place in the street in the same period of time. It is not a "no pain, no gain" situation. It's just a I got to live through and get to the moment of expected bliss situation. The streets I have walked are full of memories. But there is also a time I represent but the memories also represent a learning experience. I had to enter into overfull buildings to get a building full of happiness.
Finally, this is in a street, on a block, on a neighborhood, on a entry, that I want to walk.
