Forumophilia - 18 Years Online!
sanka636
Poster
Hmmmm. It seems the landscape here is changing. It reminds me of an American inner-city area I used to live in about 6 or 7 years ago.
It was always a turbulent place to live but it also had beautiful architecture and tree lined neighborhoods, great restaurants and cafes, breathtaking public parks and a vibrant and diverse population with a somewhat sizable (sadly) criminal/gang element and corrupt police force mixed within.
One morning before the sun had risen a round from a .45cal pistol was shot through my front window, passing through the living-room wall and settling into my far bedroom wall, which was bare brick.
It was time to move.
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About last year this time I went back to visit some old friends. I was stunned to see that the area had completely turned itself around. I could spend paragraphs and paragraphs describing how much nicer it was. The life the area possessed was so strong that it made me feel more alive just walking down the street in the sunshine. Or watching ****ren play in the back alleys from my friends patio in the evening, chit-chatting with their parents over a beer and some barbecue while watching the sun set.
I know it sounds sappy, but there is a part of my soul that responds to things like that. Things like beauty, art, life, community.... Anything that challenges its own limitations, and maybe, with a little luck, (grace even?) it transcends itself and forces those lucky enough to have been there to see it to question.... Well, you get the idea. Don't you? Do you?
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Forumophilia is like that city I moved away from. The "bullet" hasn't come-a-callin' yet, but it's getting kinda bad around here. But just because it gets tough do we bail? That's a question that has no good answer. We do or we do not.
I walked away once, and there is a part of me that's glad I did because I'm now with the most wonderful woman I could ever ask for....Who I met where I live now.
But when I was back there last year there was a part of my heart and soul that never left, that wanted me to stay.
What are we gonna do with this forum?
Me myself? I don't entirely know
~Sanka 636.
Front entrance to my old apt. bldg.
My old street.
"It might feel good, it might sell a little somethin', but damn the game if it don't mean nothin'.
What is game? Who got game? Where's the game in life? Behind the game behind the game.
I got game, she got game, we got game, they got game, he got game. It might feel good, it might sell a little somethin', but fuck the game if it don't mean nothin'.
~Chuck D. of Public Enemy
It was always a turbulent place to live but it also had beautiful architecture and tree lined neighborhoods, great restaurants and cafes, breathtaking public parks and a vibrant and diverse population with a somewhat sizable (sadly) criminal/gang element and corrupt police force mixed within.
One morning before the sun had risen a round from a .45cal pistol was shot through my front window, passing through the living-room wall and settling into my far bedroom wall, which was bare brick.
It was time to move.
______________________________________________________________
About last year this time I went back to visit some old friends. I was stunned to see that the area had completely turned itself around. I could spend paragraphs and paragraphs describing how much nicer it was. The life the area possessed was so strong that it made me feel more alive just walking down the street in the sunshine. Or watching ****ren play in the back alleys from my friends patio in the evening, chit-chatting with their parents over a beer and some barbecue while watching the sun set.
I know it sounds sappy, but there is a part of my soul that responds to things like that. Things like beauty, art, life, community.... Anything that challenges its own limitations, and maybe, with a little luck, (grace even?) it transcends itself and forces those lucky enough to have been there to see it to question.... Well, you get the idea. Don't you? Do you?
__________________________________________________________
Forumophilia is like that city I moved away from. The "bullet" hasn't come-a-callin' yet, but it's getting kinda bad around here. But just because it gets tough do we bail? That's a question that has no good answer. We do or we do not.
I walked away once, and there is a part of me that's glad I did because I'm now with the most wonderful woman I could ever ask for....Who I met where I live now.
But when I was back there last year there was a part of my heart and soul that never left, that wanted me to stay.
What are we gonna do with this forum?
Me myself? I don't entirely know
~Sanka 636.
Front entrance to my old apt. bldg.
My old street.
"It might feel good, it might sell a little somethin', but damn the game if it don't mean nothin'.
What is game? Who got game? Where's the game in life? Behind the game behind the game.
I got game, she got game, we got game, they got game, he got game. It might feel good, it might sell a little somethin', but fuck the game if it don't mean nothin'.
~Chuck D. of Public Enemy