Logistic’s warehouses I passed by, and grade crossing I passed by and seen the forest further away.
But toward that forest, fore existing small forest was vanished again.
Small forest is often vanished away from at so many places.
Coz these estates are for sale.

But possibly kind of forest is the thing if we should make again, it would be alright to anybody.
But tiny small memory is going away from own mind, again.

Its idea makes the chain to be remembered, somebody who woked at logistic warehouse, if the one was resigning its work, even if that one must had worked so hard, but nobody would be remembering the one resigned there after two or so years passed.
People and forest are the same.

Coz for the one who was substituted to inaugurate, or the one who started to live the estate ex-forest, all of past matters are never anything to do with themselves.

Yes, sprinting capitalism possibly makes any changing, but toward each tiny shift to another deleting any past state was never noticed by anybody so consciously.

Even I am saying so, is either the one who loves so much the pitiless anytime changing each momentary town landscape and spot sense memorized to own mind, even either the deleted memory evoking perfectly renewed state.
Never consistently the same, it is favorite matter to me, too.
However, even the absence of its forest once upon a time it was used to be there is a thing which I do never want to forget neither, as if the one who was present there but now absent from there.
It would be just so an egoistical hope, but its emotion would never be deleted so completely, then it’s no way to abandon it neither.

Capitalism is the thing which needs nothing to each individual, anytime only the stream of capital is the important for capitalism, and it would never be changed forever.
Any tiny matter was so trivila for capitalism, futile item to it, either, anymore.

But for little children, vanishing away of small forest may have been so grave matter.
Of course, these children would be raised to be each adult, and have a fimily of them, their the most precious thing must be the thing about their children, and their own memory would be so tiny thing even to them.

However, when they were so small children, what a small forest was vanished, the adult one who spoked to them was absent from that spot, changing the work and moved to another place, never working at the near warehouse, these children’s parents would never forget forever, they would be dead with these memory to the heaven.

Children’s growth makes the ones forget the younger days’ mamory but for the one witness the growth, it must be so different.
And these children grew up afterward, they would understand their parents’ emotion.
“Oh, those days, our parents were in the same emotion to us”., they would feel so.
Anybody is never able to have a family, but even the ones who have no family could be easily understanding these emotions as if it would be their own matter.

Life is so short.
It would be either alright.
As if trees are withering someday and it must be shifted to another tree’s growth, perhaps it would never be so bad, neither.

But children are growing up and if they would go to the place they’ve raised, they possibly would remember those days of their childhood.
Eventually people must never be changed as if the trees or so would be so, they would perhaps aware of it, either.
Yes, perhaps it would never so bad neither.

（Feb. 18th. 2019）