Lasting

It is interesting to think about things as being temporal, unconnected, fleeting and disappearing as quickly as they seemed to come about; changing jobs, changing addresses, various other circumstances that cast us from our comfort zones and familiar. I think, perhaps, because our world moves so quickly we have acclimated to temporal, information is thrown at us daily like a barrage of baseballs in a batting cage where we manage to connect with a few as they pass by but nothing monumental or epic. The things that matter though, the things that do connect, they manage to leave a mark and people are continually drawn to that mark.

I came across an old dilapidated building, it was boarded up and abandoned. The mailbox out front had the remainder of a rusted heart, a piece that had fallen away perhaps but, still had a mark. The beauty of the moment was the mail still being delivered to this mailbox, poking out and hopeful perhaps, that it would reach the owners of this old abandoned building. I kept thinking about people in general, how places like Facebook and Twitter connect people and give a second chance to delivering a message to places traditional means, like a letter, go unresponded to. I wondered when it was that the intended recipient stopped retrieving the mail, when the bills and bad new over came the well wishes and I wonder how you are doings. I suppose there comes a point when it is just easier to walk away but, that mark, it stays. It isn't a mark on the recipient, it is the mark they left on the ones who still see it and feel it on themselves.