Tailor's shop ｡𖦹°‧
There used to be a tailor's shop at this place that's a landmark near my house.
The shop is shut now, and from what I remember, after it there was a Chinese food joint, and then a physiotherapist.
Even today, when a delivery person comes by, they use the tailor's shop while asking for directions, which I find quite romantic.
I mean, how beautiful is it that the memory of something so mundane still owns that place, even after it's gone?
Isn't that the goal, anyway? To live in such a way that when you leave, your existence becomes a muscle memory.
And again, this isn't really about the shop. I barely spoke to the owner.
It's about how it became a part of so many people's lives.. whether they lived here or not.. as though it belonged to them too.