today: the town i was born, halle.
i have been there only once after i left at age 8, and even that is very long ago.
yet, whenever i see pictures of it, i think two things;
this is where i come from, and probably where i belong
and
dammit people, THIS is how you build!
not the pragmatic weird efficient straight concrete blocks that seem to attempt to eat my soul ever since i left.
i can't even explain it. something in the elaborate facades, the high ceilings, the bay windows, the old stone and metal fences makes me feel exactly like i did when i was there, finding chestnuts inbetween the fragrant fallen leaves on an autumn day.
i miss it.
