Place means nothing

Winter
Shifting location has made me reflect on one's attachments to place...the memories and nostalgia that seem to shade particular places with meaning. This view to the centre of Sheffield does it for me - I don't know why (that's where the slight blurring helps!). And I suppose that vagueness is what infects Richard Ford's Frank Bascombe (the Bascombe character is really growing on me): Places never cooperate by revering you back when you need it. In fact they almost always let you down....Best just to swallow back your tear, get accustomed to the minor sentimentals and shove off to whatever's next, not whatever was. Place means nothing. (Independence Day: p152)