This garden is set to be torn down, making way for spaces that the community doesn’t want.
There is a fight, but that is not what I am here to say. Instead, I am taking what could be the last moments of a place that has been so formative to me. This garden has seen change and hasn’t seen me in a while.
It is warmer here than it was last time. I am warmer than I last was. I can feel the garden coming alive again.
Maybe I have been avoiding this space for one reason or another, fearing that it would greet me the same way it had months before.
Its seemingly inevitable disappearance is one that I dread. The film is the physical evidence of the garden’s existence for when its existence might no longer be.
For now, I just sit here waiting, expecting the place so solid in my mind to soon become an ephemeral memory of a place that once felt so welcoming.
