I've seen it all.

Hello.

It is 11 pm and i am sitting on the floor in the lounge room of this old place.
There are quadrilateral marks on the wall where photos once were. Photos of a family i think. A family of one child, who spent many evenings sitting here with his mother and father playing. A family who all sat together that night as they were told by a strange machine "hello this is television". A family who had more downs than ups, Who in the end never agreed on anything. Who redecorated their kitchen orange. Who caught their son kissing the girl next door with "I wanna hold your hand" in the background, and watched him move away. Then grew old together. Never, ever moving the pictures from the wall. Until their great grandson packed them away when the house was sold and nothing is left behind. Except for the quadrilateral shadows of memories on the wall.

Well, at least that's what i think.


Time is moving slow for me, and i'm still someone else at the moment. Not sure who but i don't really like them.