A city that’s disappearing before our eyes. What are 
we left with? Are we going to have to construct an imaginary city to house our memories because when you love something every time a bit of it goes, you lose a piece of yourself. It’s horrible to fear the place that you once loved, and to see a street corner you knew so well and be afraid of its shadow and see familiar steps and not be able to climb them. I never understood how people live in fear, women afraid to walk home alone, darkness, night, people afraid of people. I always believed that fear belonged to other people…weaker people. It never touched me and then it did and when it touches you, you know it’s been there all along waiting beneath the surfaces of everything you loved and your skin craws and your heart sickens and you look at the person you were once walking down that street with and you wonder, will you ever be here again.
