It surprises us how much the world changes when we’re not looking. Sometimes we forget that events still occur even when we’re not present. This is made especially obvious when you return to a place that you know well, after being away for an extended period of time.
For me it was made obvious when I went home for the holidays:
There’s an exercise bike in my room
More mould above the shower
A new toilet seat
My soap has been used, but not by me
There are new trinkets on the window sill
There’s an egg holder in the kitchen
More of the paint has been scratched away
And a new book on the table
I no longer feel attached to this timeline.
My personality resigned to a bookshelf and some draws.
My existence in this space has been dismantled.
It’s now just an area that I just happen to be occupying and some of my possessions just happen to be in it. But this space is not mine. I find myself pondering as I leave, how with this space develop further over time? The time that I’m not present for. The world will still spin, and cells will still decay. And once more the sun shall rise.