This post will be decidedly more personal than most of what I put on this blog. Nevertheless, I want to talk about this.
Today, I went into my favorite Chinese restaurant only to discover the place is under new ownership. It looked the same, but everything had changed. The people - the food - the atmosphere - it was all wrong. It wasn’t bad per se, but it certainly wasn’t the place that I loved.
I didn’t realize it until today, but this place had special memories for me. The first time I went was a few years ago for an anniversary party with a few of my friends. The food was excellent but more importunately, by being invited to that dinner, I felt I was finally in the group. This inner circle of friends had excepted me has one of their own, and that meant the world to me.
During production of “Jeune Fille" and "Over the Bridge”, my friends and I would often eat there after our production meetings. I remember one time we stacked our phones at the end of the table to do away with the distraction of texts and Facebook. We would just talk, and goof-off, and laugh, and it was fun, and simple, and good. There was rarely anyone else there at that time of night, so it felt as if we owned the place.
Since then things have changed a lot. Some of those friends have moved away, others have grown apart. It’s nothing tragic. In fact changed is (more often than not) a good thing. Still, I feel a quiet melancholy in the air. The shadows of things we’ve lost. But we can never go back. We can only move forward.
- Joshua McQuilkin