Yesterday I had lunch in a building that I had not been inside of in 30 years.
I used to dream of going inside this building again and tell the young people working there, that I had worked there once. In my dream they were excited. In real life not so much.
The ceiling was the same.
The stairway painted but underneath the same.
The bathrooms were in the same place with an additional one added and now open spaces with tables that were once closed off spaces with doors.
Large windows where we watched the world go by were still there, but the world outside had changed even though the sidewalk was the same.
The marquee had a new sign screwed on top of it. I image a few letters may still be hanging on to the old one underneath.
Now you enter through the exit doors and the candy counter is gone.
The blue and red carpet is also gone exposing the original concrete floor while the roof still leaks.