It’s strange how certain places become representative of ...

It’s strange how certain places become representative of a person. You stand somewhere and look around you, and you can’t help but recall that moment, that moment when things were still beautiful, the thrill of beginnings, the adrenaline that rushes through your veins, reminding you of that unknown and undiscoverable place. I try to recreate the moment, reach for my phone, pretend that you’re calling me, but an empty screen stares at me instead. There is nothing that I can recreate, even though my imagination is intense, I fail in bringing you back to life. 

I still have the tickets.