For those of us stuck in the past
(2013)
Like I said, I grew up in a town with a large graveyard that was down the street from my house. I would go there almost every day and read and reread the graves. I know everyone buried there, how old they were, if they were a parent or sibling, if they died as a baby. But when I go back to my old town and look around at the streets and houses and woods and fields, the only thing that stayed the same is that graveyard.