Went to Daiso today to find that it has been renovated and its layout completely changed. It’s the Daiso that I’ve been shopping at since young, since it first opened at that mall. I believe it was either the first or one of the very first Daiso stores that opened in Singapore.
There’s construction going on in every area of my life, right beside my block of flats, malls and shops that I have been shopping at for a long time, at school, new malls, new shops, new roads. And it’s proving to be too much. Everywhere I remember I have forgotten because they have been changed, torn apart and put together again so differently that maybe they ought to be renamed.
It’s important to identify things, and it’s important to identify with things, because that’s how we begin to talk about things and that’s how they stake places in our memories. Memories, the thing that many people think it worthwhile to die in a fire for.
The adage goes, change is the only constant. I suppose I have to accept that things are all going to change all they want.
Will nostalgia always stay the same?
on ongoingness 