A chance discovery of a photo that had a very young me staring out of a gloomy badly lit room with a number of others lined up like a football team photo made me try and work out when it was taken and also who were two or three people in that photo. I half recognized one of them, could name almost all of them but two others? I've no idea who they were.
Many had passed away and some were hardly recognizable until you worked out that we all had dark hair, no beards or with beards and so on. The change in some of them was remarkable and in others you could tell who they were straight away, they hadn't really changed that much.
Of those left a handful are still friends and the rest are either dead, moved away, fallen away or like the two just unknown to me now. It was interesting to see that the picture frozen in celluloid taken maybe 30 years ago holds various memories but some of those strange thoughts are that some of them just disappeared never to be seen again. One day they were there and the next gone and you never saw them or heard from them again. You never know when that point might be.
I recall that some of these guys moved away, some disappeared, some died and some are still with us. I often go to places and wonder if that will be the last time I go there. True of say, Mauritius and some of the places I used to work so make the most of it I suppose. I recently saw some photos of London in the 1970s and not only have these places changed, some out of all recognition, but certain places I probably will never visit again.
I am not sure if there is a real point to this but it makes you think about mortality I suppose and the transient nature of our existence.
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