The world changes, but I want that change to be necessary or respectful of what has happened before. Everything changes, and that's quite right.
If the landscape changes, then I don't know who I am either. The landscape is a refracted autobiography. As it disappears you lose your sense of self.
I am crumbling in sync with old Hackney.
With the world as it now presents itself, there is something perverse, and probably dysfunctional, about a person who stays in the same house for 40 years. What about the expanding family syndrome, the school-lottery migration, the property portfolio neurosis? Have you no imagination?
You can't impose a legacy.