Why am I here? I guess I'll never know... Somehow, by an unimaginable twist of fate I am back here...
It is just like when you come back to a country-side mansion that you once were a kid at many many years ago. You recall how mighty it was, how lively. It was your whole world once. Then, 20 years later, you come to the same mansion, now abandoned, with cobwebs and a thick layer of dust. You open the door, take a few steps in. You look at the pictures on the wall, at the chairs and the table, you look at the books on the shelves... Your childhood comes alive and from somewhere deep down inside the childhood memories -- things long forgotten, things that would have never otherwise stirred up inside of you had you never come here again -- they come alive bright and fresh... Like in a movie... Like it happened to someone else... You look around afraid to touch anything, all the time thinking, how small and foreign this place feels...
Why am I here?.. And for how long?.. I guess time will tell...
It is just like when you come back to a country-side mansion that you once were a kid at many many years ago. You recall how mighty it was, how lively. It was your whole world once. Then, 20 years later, you come to the same mansion, now abandoned, with cobwebs and a thick layer of dust. You open the door, take a few steps in. You look at the pictures on the wall, at the chairs and the table, you look at the books on the shelves... Your childhood comes alive and from somewhere deep down inside the childhood memories -- things long forgotten, things that would have never otherwise stirred up inside of you had you never come here again -- they come alive bright and fresh... Like in a movie... Like it happened to someone else... You look around afraid to touch anything, all the time thinking, how small and foreign this place feels...
Why am I here?.. And for how long?.. I guess time will tell...