Nanchitte

At home with Alvan.

Bad hair day.

Too Bright.

When I look at this chair, that belonged to my grand mother who passed away, I wonder to myself what will happen to everything I own one day? What will happen to this chair? doesn’t it seem pitiful to throw it simply away? Why does something so plain though become so valuable when someone is gone? Why wasn’t this chair meaningful before?

Things are like this in life and you can’t always foresee what will happen. But I wish I had.

Me, my shelf, and I

What can happen to anyone.