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when I was young, I rode a bus to school every day. the bus route went through a part of town that had been demolished for a new highway, but the highway had never been built. so there were steps, driveways, street signs and trees, but no houses. it was just empty, which fascinated me. sometimes I would see homeless people walking around in this demo- lished area, and I would pretend that they used to live in one of the houses that was gone, but now they just wandered around where they used to live - like ghosts searching for their lost homes. it was a bleak daydream. day after day I stared at this. no one else my bus cared or thought this was interesting. I'm an architect now; maybe this is why. later, after I had moved away, the highway was built, and filled one emptiness with another. |
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