Standing here, a place whose every stone and corner I've memorized, I breathe a sigh of disbelief. Time's powerful current have destroyed that which I so dearly held in memory. It is not my place anymore. None of this is mine anymore. It has been passed on to those generations next in line by the invisible hand that turns the cogs and gears of time. It has slipped through my fingers and landed into someone else's hands.
I have lost to the menacing tide of reality and change.
Deciding if that's a good thing or a bad thing.