Registered: Apr 2007
Location: Canada
Posts: 4

Man, you guys responded so well to that shit, by the way

That was a good post. I should make more posts like that sometime.

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Registered: Jun 2001
Location: Far away yet not so distant
Posts: 1898

My first year in college, I had a class in a strange old building that was literally down by the river. It was once a house, probably in the 1920s, later a radio station, probably a few things in between, then, when I was there, an odd little offshoot of the art school. The front room was filled with equipment for weaving, the hallways with strange old forgotten things piled up on shelves in little alcoves, rooms off of rooms, messy, cozy, ever so slightly unreal. Time and memory seemed to hang in the air.

It was paradise.

I never had another class in it the four years I was there. I graduated, never returning to it. Years later, I learned the building had been demolished. I was saddened to know it was gone, but this knowledge felt like a seal for my memories of it. I'll never forget the place down by the river.

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