This place I go to is not the same.
It is not how I remember it from last time.
The city is no longer the same as yesterday.

Yesterday lives as a memory.
Memories of many a wonderful yesterday lie suspended.
Suspended over the city that it is, over these spaces that are, in front of every phenomenon as it unravels.
These spaces are no longer the same.
The mind juxtaposes my physical occupation of space with memories from all yesterdays.

These spaces will never be the same.
This city will never be the same.

But, yesterday will be the same, forever, alive, as a memory, somewhere inside me.