this morning #2101.

this morning, as i strolled through the old hood, it seemed like everything was now a goddamn pilates studio or hipster cafe. the knife sharpening service on the bottom floor of the building where my family lived for most of my childhood had become one of those chain hospital network walk-in clinics. bland. it’s like they say: the only constant in life is change. as for the rapidly-changing face of my old hood, any change will always seem strange. strange in a way that makes me feel nostalgic for a time in my life that i’d be better off forgetting. still stings though. never expected the gentrification train to make it out here. i mean, does this hood really need all this stupid shit? it almost makes me regret coming back to visit.