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From Josh Field, Advertising Producer:
Roughly ten months ago I arrived in Williamstown, ready to begin work for Tripod. I remember finding myself on Spring Street, the main drag, where the Williams College campus meets Billsville culture. It was spring and there was a brisk wind shifting its way through the narrow corridor of store fronts. I wandered into Cold Spring Roasters, where I had interviewed with Margaret (our beloved creative director and site producer) five months prior. I recall sitting at the big picture window and looking out of it with a sense of hope. It was twilight and I could see the sign for Images Cinema, the alternative film joint across the street, lit up against the red brick. Drinking Darjeeling tea, I imagined that this experience would be okay. That everything would work out.
Today I found myself sitting in the same spot looking out the same window and wondering what happened. I have been to Images Cinema perhaps four times in the previous year. I go to the café, but never by myself. I never really just do things aside from my routine trip to the diner every Saturday morning.
There was a time (when I lived in Baltimore, MD) when I would get up early Saturday mornings and go to the Farmers Market. When I would get flowers once a week while out shopping. There was a time when I would spend an evening filling myself with sushi until I was more than satisfied. When I would walk the dog for hours on end, smoking a cigar when the weather was cold and damp.
It was all part of a laboriously developed routine. I realized this as I sipped on the hot coffee and stared at the Images Cinema sign. It was a routine that took time to create, a routine that I built with friends. Recently, I lost my girlfriend of six years to the distance that fell between us when I moved here. Other people at Tripod have been able to maintain their long distance relationships with some effort, but this one fell apart. I was actually, am devastated by this loss. It is not only the loss of a relationship and a friendship, but the loss of my ability to seek a routine with her or those places ever again.
So now all of this is resigned to my memory and I am no longer visiting Williamstown. I cannot build a routine here because I have relinquished the last six years and ten months of my life to memory. That time is separate from my experience. The cold seeping in through the deteriorating windows of my loft, the sun streaming across my desk at Tripod, the sting of the frozen air against my cheeks as I walk the dog. None of these are experienced. They are duly noted and stored away for future use as memories.
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