In today's post, there’s a small piece of fiction. Another dream of sorts, a dream of the past. This small idea came to me, like most of my ideas at 3am, and is a story of nostalgia.
It is one of those ideas that came to me when I was having my almost weekly nostalgia trip in which I began to think back to a few months ago when I visited my hometown for the first time since moving away almost three years ago.
I went through the town hoping to have one of those moments where you are soaking in happiness as you reminisce about the place you grew up in, but I didn’t feel that at all.
It felt like a rotten corpse of the town I remembered and once loved, with what I now look back on was probably a little bit of the naïveté that comes with your adolescent years.
Before I went on this trip to our hometown I spoke to my best friend Ethan and we spoke about the times we really could remember, those hard hitting nostalgic moments. I think one quote from that conversation is really where this piece came from. It went something like this.
“Laying on the cold asphalt of the Cul-de-sac looking at the empty sky wondering what was in our future, and where our lives would be.”
So with that in mind here’s a short piece, a short dream aptly titled, “The Cul-de-sac.”
The Cul-de-sac…
Same place, different time. We lay upon the cold asphalt of the Cul-de-sac, three brothers looking towards the empty sky, wondering where we would be.
Though we no longer look to the sky with awe as it soaks the world with a dark cold comfort. Instead, we approach it with a gentle yet bittersweet sense of sadness for the world we once knew. This was a place where we felt free, where the sharp winter wind snuck in our throats and we would talk for what felt like days and now where we sit.
We sit for hours reminiscing, wishing we could go back, but knowing that no matter what it would not be the same.
We look on with a smile but look back with a laugh, the memories we had here will always be here, for better and for worse this was our spot.
Our long talks about nostalgia at this point in our lives feel more like a common place. We talk about the members of our memories, the people we used to be, the people we used to love, and it’s all in the past. It’s all in the Cul-de-sac…
I love this story Tony, and your writing style! Well done. Keep it up 👍