Thoughts
Today while driving in DC near the Washington Monument I saw a deer standing on an area of grass between 14th and 15th streets. The streets were buzzing with cars and people... I guess tourists in town for the holidays. Police officers were on the scene as if to contain the deer and edge it back to the middle of the grass and away from cars/traffic in every direction.
The deer was clearly out of place in the midst of all the cars. But what are they, the animals supposed to do... where are they to go when keep taking and tearing down their natural habitat to build apartments and roads and strip malls and homes? I had a feeling of sadness as I passed by and saw what was happening. I hoped that it didn't end with the deer losing its life as a result of getting shot by police or getting hit by a car.
Today I also saw a family of three taking pictures in the midst of swarms and swarms of pigeons. For some reason I was touched to see them pose. It was important to them that they capture that moment. How nice...capturing and freezing moments... memories.
What purpose does memory serve? Hopefully we learn... hopefully we learn what to do and what not to do to preserve life. We wouldn't be here if our ancestors didn't have memory. What else does memory do? Just something I'm thinking about at this moment.
What gives a place, a location the feeling, the energy it has? New York is New York. It's distinct from other places. Is it the people? Is it the energy in the land itself? Is it the blood, the tears, the dreams from days old that the land holds that makes the place unique? It's probably all of that and many other things that I can even fathom.
More thoughts later...
The deer was clearly out of place in the midst of all the cars. But what are they, the animals supposed to do... where are they to go when keep taking and tearing down their natural habitat to build apartments and roads and strip malls and homes? I had a feeling of sadness as I passed by and saw what was happening. I hoped that it didn't end with the deer losing its life as a result of getting shot by police or getting hit by a car.
Today I also saw a family of three taking pictures in the midst of swarms and swarms of pigeons. For some reason I was touched to see them pose. It was important to them that they capture that moment. How nice...capturing and freezing moments... memories.
What purpose does memory serve? Hopefully we learn... hopefully we learn what to do and what not to do to preserve life. We wouldn't be here if our ancestors didn't have memory. What else does memory do? Just something I'm thinking about at this moment.
What gives a place, a location the feeling, the energy it has? New York is New York. It's distinct from other places. Is it the people? Is it the energy in the land itself? Is it the blood, the tears, the dreams from days old that the land holds that makes the place unique? It's probably all of that and many other things that I can even fathom.
More thoughts later...
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