A Walk to the New, Old World I walked around the glistening streets and damp ginnels to capture old memories. I meditate, looking down upon a dull, wet town. Huge square structures pierce up from the ruins of battered industrial carcasses. Shadows stretch from the round tower block that commands the skyline, and beyond the white noise of the traffic heading towards the city drones infernally. There, an infant housing estate sits, brooding. Its houses jostle for status, breeding satellite dishes, double-story extensions and, patio doors. Children play football on the green space nearby, where skeletal pylons over bear the neighbourhood. The gardens, with shielding, rich green Conifers, are segmented by the criss-crossing alleys, leading to newly erected shops. A disused railway line has been recycled into a wide path, which is used by nuclear families out for a walk with their children, who play hide and seek in the bushes. I walk past the house where I used to play and recall old faces from my childhood. They do not play in the streets now. They are all far too busy with their problems: bills, mortgage, divorce. There are the newly retired couples, just arrived here, exploring their way to the new post office to collect their pensions, like pioneers. They'll make new friends in the pub after then drift back up the road to the bungalow they’ve just bought to have dinner on brand new plates, while I still sit here, and make fresh memories in a new, old world.
Judy Garland, American actress, singer and dancer, died today in 1969.
Bruce Campbell, American actor, producer, writer and director, was born today in 1958.