Our house is made of glass.
Everything – the things we feel most habituated to in the world (home, children, everyday things and places) and even the biological / cultural ‘apparatus’ through which we view the world are ephemeral and changing.
I remember that Scarborough Fair song seeming infinitely melancholy when I heard it as a teenager not because some individuals no longer existed, but that a whole world (not only physically, but also a whole way of people being and viewing things and the world of shared meaning and interaction that this brings into existence) had passed away.
That seemed very distressing and hard to understand, but also very beautiful.
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