dear apartment on Main Street,

When the place you live as a child is traumatic, you learn not to remember it. I excelled in this and have since forgotten huge chunks of time and space throughout my childhood, but there's an exception made for places I visited but did not live. For me, that's Pittsburgh, and specifically Bloomfield. With the help of absolutely nothing but memory, I found five locations that I remember from visits to my mother and sister as a kid. I spoke to them as if they were friends or old acquaintances. While going to speak to these places through the lens of memory, I found that my mind transposed the past truth of their physicality with the present truth, able to see only the parts I remembered--porches, awnings, stoops.

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