Freeway’s coming through

“The places we have known do not belong only to the world of space on which we map them for our own convenience. They were only a thin slice, held between the contiguous impressions that composed our life at that time; the memory of a particular image is but regret for a particular moment; the houses, roads, avenues are as fugitive, alas, as the years.” – Marcel Proust, Swann’s Way (trans. Moncrieff and Kilmartin)

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