Not because of the so called ''Collective Memory'', it is just because I want to keep some identity of the place I love.
I didn't know, and care what the hell collective memory is, I thought that is something far from me, and the only right for old man.
In the central library, there was an audio call at 30, 15 and 5 minutes before the library close. And the voice has recorded and printed in my mind deeply.
Haven't been there for quite a long time, I returned today and found out that...
That the voice has been changed, not anymore the familiar voices, but a stranger.
I miss the voice, because when I was a student, I studied there for whole day, and when the voice comes, just like telling me I had done a great job and it is time to start to rest and eat! I always feel good when I heard that... like really great...
At the study time in library, I spend that time with her, who is so important to me.
And I just miss that period.
Thing changes, just cannot help it... pity...
I guess, something should really need to keep... collective memory is not something just for old man... or I am already the old man...?