I decided to ride the bus home because my feet had already led me halfway there. I hadn’t expected to take the route through good old Jersey City and sometimes I talk myself out of it because it can have some rather unsavory characters in it. But every now and again I’m reminded of the certainty behind change. No sooner did I walk down the Avenue I used to live on, did I see the impact that change has made. No longer were the roots under-developed. It seemed as though the changing world has caught up with itself and the passage of time has made quite an impression. There was construction everywhere where there used to be emptiness. There were monuments where there used to be concrete or grass growing. I felt like a stranger all over again, familiarizing myself with the new look of things. Perhaps I would be forever unaware of the way that time really does manage to keep on a steady pace without your knowledge.
I guess what I’m really worried about all of the time is the disorientation that comes when one is aware that time never stays still. Fully aware, my past seemed to edge itself against the confines of my brain. I began to realize that the world I knew is slowly disippating. The things that I used to know have been replaced by new things that I don’t. It seems like such a minor understanding in the cosmic universe. Now I think I know what it must have felt like to the elderly citizens who would always talk about this store and that building that used to be on that corner…just there. “Oh, my gosh things have changed,” they’d say. They have no idea how much.