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Old keys.

Random instruction manuals.

Cables for electronics that disappeared years ago.

A box from something I bought forever ago because apparently throwing away a good box still feels wrong.

The weird part is that some of these things have survived three or four moves.

I don’t even know what I’m saving them for.

Maybe every house has a little museum of things that used to matter.

Not big historical things.

Tiny stuff.

The way your grandparents stored certain things. How they remembered phone numbers. The exact way someone in your family made one particular dish. Little phrases they used that nobody else says anymore.

Nobody thinks to write this stuff down because it feels too ordinary.

Then that person is gone and suddenly nobody knows how they did it.

That part of getting older honestly scares me a little.

There’s probably so much human knowledge sitting inside people’s heads that will just disappear quietly.

I was looking at one of those tiny little tables beside a hotel bed and started wondering who actually decided that this exact thing was necessary.

Then I started noticing other stuff.

The little slot in a shopping cart. The tiny pocket in jeans. That extra button on some shirts. The tiny hole near the top of a pen.

Most of these things are so normal that you never question them.

But somewhere along the way someone had to sit down and go, yeah, people need this.

Now I’m looking at random objects differently.

There has to be some ridiculously specific reason behind half the things we use every day.

I was sitting in my car outside my house for probably 15 minutes.Didn’t have anywhere to go. Just sitting there.I was scrolling, replying to stuff, checking random things, switching between apps and basically doing nothing.Then I put my phone down and realised I had been sitting there avoiding going inside because I knew the moment I walked in I’d have to start doing the next thing.Work. Dinner. Calls. Whatever.And for some reason that hit me harder than it should have.When did being alone with your own thoughts become something we actively avoid?I don’t even think I’m the only one doing this. Feels like everybody is tired but nobody really knows how to stop.