You know when you go to a place with someone, or something happens somewhere that imprints on you in a particular place. That person or event becomes part of the topology of that place, doesn’t it?
I remember making out with that summer boy I had a romance with in my late teens, how we were kissing and feeling each other up next to that rock outside the ATM in my tiny hometown.
Every time I pass there, through the years, I revisit that melancholy and beautiful moment where part of me knew we were drawing to a close but the moment was still warm from the summer sun and we did really really like each other.
Our romance didn’t survive the transition to fall and day to day life, but this moment is suspended forever. Similarly, the characters from ugh have forever changed the topography of my maps. Sometimes the same place has several layers, there are spaces that hold memories of multiple people, circling back to this idea that it’s never about anyone else. The same streets have seen hands held with different dreams. What do these old walls think?
Hey, I saw her with another man’s hand on the small of her back, who is this new character? I guess a place maybe belongs more to one than another, until it doesn’t. It’s that stream that we supposedly can’t step into twice. London will always belong to the tall vegan, regardless of what has happened there in the decades after. Dream landscapes intertwine with real stories that mix with our fantasies and desires.
