Mrs. Kau snaps the end of Woolworths in Tavistock
Shall I text her back and tell her to bid on the letters from the Woolworths’ name?
Its funny that in our culture, we’re not used to ‘the end’ of things. I’ve often wondered when will this building or that bridge stop being? When will this town no longer exist? When will the last car drive on the last road?
Because, odd as it all might seem to us, it’s all fleeting in the long run.
What’s even stranger is how much it all mattered while it existed. People gave their lives to Woolworths, got upset about it, lost sleep over it, got angry with people in it…
And now it’s history.
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