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The Memory of Architecture
Dax and I were very close friends, but he moved to Vancouver right around the time I got married. Not long after that, my husband became jealous and made me delete my social media, causing me to lose contact with him. Dax was supposed to come back to Montreal eventually, but I don’t know if he ever did. Even though he told me his real name, I always knew him as Dax—and now, he's simply gone from my life.
I didn’t know it at the time, but that day he made me see Montreal in a new light. We were discovering a new part of the city, and I was amazed by the hidden gems downtown—old, beautiful buildings that looked like literal puzzles. I felt a sudden urge to take a picture of one in particular, and I’m so glad I did.
Today, that building has been 'preserved' as a historical landmark, but it was modified during the renovation. They painted it white, and in my opinion, it lost all its punch; I much prefer the original green. Now, it stands as a reminder of how things change over time—and not always for the better. That building is a memory of my friend, someone I hope to randomly meet again one day. Life has a funny way of making that happen, but I also have to live with the fact that I might never see him again. I’ve looked for him, even making a fool of myself with a few strangers named 'Dax' on the internet, but who knows what life has in store.