Living our lives like ghosts on walkabout.
Will we remember anything?
Will anyone remember us?
I saw this scene after enjoying a wonderful Counting Crows concert (with Augustana and Nator) in Omaha, NE. Quickly being pushed onto the next thing, barely able to let the night sink in.
The stairs and the people made me think of the song Mrs. Potter’s Lullaby, especially the line: “If dreams are like movies, then memories are films about ghosts.” Maybe because I had heard it just a little while before….