I am freezing my butt off these days, putting on the hood of my hoodie even indoors. I totally look like the Uni-bomber as I clean the kitchen, watch Hong Kong soap opera, eat oatmeal, and make slider burgers for dinner.
As I try to clean the house, I realize how things accumulate so fast and how easy it is that I have left certain things in the same spot for years without me even noticing the passage of time. For example, I have this eraser sculpture that I made while I was bored at work when I was still a fresh-faced wee lad. And then somewhere along the line, I brought it home cuz I thought it was cool and put it inside my tv cabinet. Before you know it, years passed, the rubberband that was part of the sculpture had dried. The paper clip rusted. And the bottle cap that was its crown had come loose. And while it disintegrated, the sculpture just sat in its exact spot unmoved, through winters, springs, summers and falls, through good times and heartbreaks, through wars, natural catastrophes, and global warming. Yup, it's worse for the wear but it just sat there without a warning sign. It could have told me, Hey, dude, life is passing by, and you need to move, you need to change, you need to turn over a new leaf. Nah, it just sat there quietly dying its death.
Yeah, I am a nostalgic, sentimental fool. Even cleaning the house can bring me down. I wish I had taken better care of things, taken better care of myself.
By the way, I tossed the erasure sculpture out today.
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