Woburn by Photo

adios, my friends

this blog began with this photo and (for my postings, at least) ends with this photo. it's cyclical, that's the Point i'm trying to make!!! how symbolic and interesting!!!!!

yah, and with this post, this is where the journey ends. where we get off the train. where the fat lady sings. where we start seeing a bright light that we're inclined to move towards but hell if i'm going into the bright light 'cause that's just whack.

it was, i guess, an incredible four years, and i know for us the memories will continue on....blah blah blah...i don't know, it feels weird talking about woburn.

it feels weird talking about woburn, because we used to talk so much about how it was/ is the sum of its people and not the infrastructure (though you have to admit, a lot of what defined our time at woburn was its blah-ness and its paint jobs and its crappy curtains), and this point couldn't be illustrated more vividly now that we're gone. now that our elvis-like personas have actually left the building, it's so clear how we're no longer there, how we're no longer a part of what goes on there in a physical or spiritual sense. it may live on in our hearts, but i feel it's not woburn that lies there--it's a cumulation of so much more, of experiences that transcend the concepts of "woburn" or "high school" or whatever that awkward stage was. it's a cataract of memories and photos and laughs that've...i feel, outgrown the woburn label, and they've become so much more to us than just another stage of schooling.

so to friends, to memories, to relationships, undying love, heartbreak, insanity, etc., i say a hearty "cheers"--but woburn? nah. it'll be fine without us.

yours truly (always),
matt