This line really struck me. It speaks to the inevitable clash between cherished memories and the harsh realities of change, especially when something as personal as an ancestral home is lost to commercialization.

The contrast of that serene, almost sacred space with the cold transaction of "parcelling out like sugar" is so vivid.

It makes me reflect on how we often take stability for granted until the world shifts around us, reshaping places that once felt eternal.

Thanks for sharing this reminder of how fragile our connections to spaces can be.