{"id":8942,"date":"2009-02-05T07:37:14","date_gmt":"2009-02-05T12:37:14","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=8942"},"modified":"2022-10-16T18:24:16","modified_gmt":"2022-10-16T22:24:16","slug":"everything-changes-eventually","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.sheilaomalley.com\/?p=8942","title":{"rendered":"Everything changes eventually"},"content":{"rendered":"

I cannot be alone in my tendency to go visit<\/i> things (meaning: objects) that I love and have some connection to. I visit favorite trees. I visit statues (calling Alexander Hamilton<\/a>). I visit rocks in the ocean. I have my pilgrimages that make up my solitude. “Let’s go visit that one tree I love, see how it’s doing, what stage it is in right now.”<\/p>\n

I also visit graffitti that I love. Now graffitti is less eternal than the other things and you cannot depend on it staying<\/i> there, at least not in the original form. You can’t get too attached. That’s the beauty of it.<\/p>\n

Under the highway sort of near my house, there is a piece of graffitti that I love. I would have to walk by it every day, and I always looked at it, as I passed. I don’t know why. It was like checking on it. “How you doing? Still there? Okay, good. Hope you’re well.”<\/p>\n

In the last year, my routine has shifted, and I no longer was walking under the highway every day. So I lost touch with my dear graffitti. It’s not on Facebook, either, so I can’t IM with it in the middle of the night when I’m lonely, like I can do with all my other insomniac friends and family members. But I never forgot about its existence. How could I? When I love once, I love forever.<\/p>\n

Last weekend, I took a long glittering freezing walk, and my route took me under the highway. As I approached where I knew it would be, I felt a small flutter of anticipation. I was excited to see my graffitti again.<\/p>\n

And, true to its form, it has changed.<\/p>\n

But I somehow enjoy the change, too. It’s not what it once was, but then again … which of us are?<\/p>\n


\nJune, 2007<\/big><\/p>\n

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\nJanuary, 2009<\/big><\/p>\n

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