I’ve been digitizing old home videos and there’s something about noticing an item in those videos I still use today, and realizing just how long my family has had it.
The pet hair brush on the floor next to my mom, who’s pregnant with me, after having just used it the other day to brush our cats.
The old boots my mom was wearing, and knowing that I used them 14 years later for a cosplay.
The coasters I’m playing with as a not-quite-one-year-old, and knowing I brought one from the very same set to my college apartment, there on my desk under my cup of water.
The cork board hanging in my older brother’s bedroom when he was two, and turning around to see it leaned up against the wall in my bedroom.
there’s a certain kind of… indescribable reverence for the mundane. The Constants. it makes me wonder what things will stick around for another 25 years.
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