Certain things they should stay the way they are. You ought to be able to stick them in one of those big glass cases and just leave them alone. I know that's impossible, but it's too bad anyway. Because time cannot be returned. It is given to you and as soon as you finally figure out what to do with it, it flies away.
Time is a tease that way.
For to miss something does not mean that it is lost. What is missed becomes closer to the heart, closer to the inner core of your being. Your memory hugs it tighter, protects it in its fragility. And so, during these last few days, I have been wandering the city, expressing silent good-byes to everything I will miss. Goodbye marble floors, goodbye Holy Doors.