30 Days of Souvenirs: Day 15
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The classroom was abandoned. The school was deserted. The taste of mold and dampened age was floating through the air, reminding me to cover my face with my sweat-dampened bandanna. I'd been searching for this place for weeks, on a pilgrimage of sorts. I say it was a pilgrimage but what really was it...a quest? Where do you search when that thing you are looking for is invisible, absent, imaginary? You see I was looking for something very specific: A Moment in Time. Something I had had once but somehow was now gone and left only fleeting feelings behind, betraying the present and the conscious waking world; a dream that erased itself the more you tried to read it. I wanted this Moment back, and so in an attempt to reincarnate it, I searched. I ventured across fields, swam mud-stained rivers, navigated boulder strewn roadways, dug tunnels, searched alleyways....but alas, I found no trace of The Moment. Then one day, along a stretch of abandoned highway, a building rose up in the distance and beckoned to me.