On vit au jour le jour, on est toujours dans la même histoire.

Since what age do we start to look back at our lives and intentionally drag out something again just try to relive it again? Are we built to do such thing spontaneously or at some point along the way we pick up this ability, or, desire? Does it mean anything metaphysically for us human to regain this past feelings? Are we always sentimental about the past things, even when it was a happy memory?

I got off the bus one stop earlier just to make the detour to pass by the flat I used to share with him. Too many memories. Too much past to neglect. The light of the living room was not on. It’s only 11p.m. on a Saturday evening. I wonder who is living there right now? Did they change any decor? There are certainly some new cafes and bars in the neighborhood. I wonder if the new tenant is as happy as we once were.