How do you get past the memory of place? People,things,even dates are easy toforget , mistake, or misplace.
Places though, not the case. I think that is the point of memorials, to capture the screaming essence someone who was there when a thing happened must feel every time they revisit.
I have lots of memory places. Part and parcel of being an overcontemplative bastard I guess. But how does one overcome, when the memorial becomes something you would rather forget than commemorate?