Great piece. I love the idea of revisiting places and sifting through the present for pieces of the past. I’m going back to my hometown this weekend, and I’ll be thinking about this one. Nice stuff.
Lovely essay Silvio. I’m quite the fan of nostalgia and this piece felt like a warm hug.
I especially loved the ending with the lighted window.
My mind raced back to driving past my childhood house, feeling so familiar, so fresh and close, like I should be able to bound up the stairs like I did everyday after school for a decade, but not being able to. Painful but sweet.
...what a delightful stroll...i visited my childhood neighborhood about a decade back and couldn't even find the house i lived in by memory...the one constant in life is change (and construction)...it's amazing how our mind connects to spaces like experiences...all of memory a soup of stories...great read brother...
My god, that scene with your father inviting you in with pride to meet his business associates, your sandwich in hand, that could be the opening scene of what could be a book about your dad. So glad these stories keep escaping through the cracks of your essays.
Great piece. I love the idea of revisiting places and sifting through the present for pieces of the past. I’m going back to my hometown this weekend, and I’ll be thinking about this one. Nice stuff.
Such a joy running with you through this memories, Silvio.
Lovely essay Silvio. I’m quite the fan of nostalgia and this piece felt like a warm hug.
I especially loved the ending with the lighted window.
My mind raced back to driving past my childhood house, feeling so familiar, so fresh and close, like I should be able to bound up the stairs like I did everyday after school for a decade, but not being able to. Painful but sweet.
...what a delightful stroll...i visited my childhood neighborhood about a decade back and couldn't even find the house i lived in by memory...the one constant in life is change (and construction)...it's amazing how our mind connects to spaces like experiences...all of memory a soup of stories...great read brother...
My god, that scene with your father inviting you in with pride to meet his business associates, your sandwich in hand, that could be the opening scene of what could be a book about your dad. So glad these stories keep escaping through the cracks of your essays.