I get lonely in the city sometimes. I get a little down and out. Every now and then as I'm making my way through the infrastructure of the city my thought process gets swept to a new position. I suddenly view the things around me from a different time or from a surreal vantage. Take this house for instance, my guess is that it is at least eighty years old. The thought of how the space looked when this structure was constructed comes to mind. I think of how many full moons have passed by it, like this one. The molecules that were taken from the Earth to make a tree, that very tree planed into boards and reassembled as a house. The decay of those boards as the earth takes back what it once gave, and a sole individual pondering how it all came to be and where it will go. It feels good to know that we are made of the same stuff as the stars.
