The Living Playhouse

We attach a certain hipness to some things we love, develop an inexplicable fondness for most and harbour a silly longing for their permanence in our life. And in a moment, it all turns to hurt when you try to move away from any of them.

It is warm, strange and sad, all at the same time, that a song fills you with an aching memory, a crowded room fills you with an empty hollowness and the sights & sounds of the past slowly attach themselves to every piece of your changing life. Your world turns into a living playhouse of forgotten images, fading emotions and distant sounds.

And as much as you want to walk out of it at that moment, you just can’t...