Here's a door for human to visit any place they want. Even if it is somewhere in the past or somewhere no longer existing on Earth.
A place full of stories and memories could be anywhere. It could be a grandparent’s old house, school, somewhere you traveled or even an ordinary café where people sit down all-day and chat – it’s a place where you share your story.
Here’s your coffee. You can start telling your story before it gets cold.
The introduction began with a story by myself.
It was followed by a story by Cindy about missing her hometown, a story by SBK about a specific place that he feels connected to, and a discussions about what brings us back to places we’ve been and how they’ve changed.
A collection of stories linking human connection and places.
The idea of ‘place’ immediately makes me think of the spaces I inhabited in my past.
Spaces from my childhood – the houses I used to live in, the park, the high street, my Nan’s garden.
I then think about how those spaces have changed over time and how I have changed too. The idea becomes
somewhat more grandiose, as I begin to reflect on how my world has grown as I have grown.
Cities and countries that were once exotic and almost beyond imagination have since been explored,
roads have been driven, seas have been swam in. The people that still inhabit the place I grew up in
seem small and distant as the boundaries of my internal map expand ever outward to include my new place.
This map in my head is three dimensional, the spaces of my past are behind and below me as I move slowly up and out
towards the edges. I occasionally have cause to visit these spaces I remember,
but now they seem grey, empty and small. They no longer exist as I remember them, but this doesn’t discomfort me.
The old spaces may have changed, but I have also changed and my new place is full of colour.