At the Back of the Shelf
Forgotten items are kept in the back of the shelf. They are tucked away, concealed under the practical and the commonplace, gathering dust and memories as they sit there like tiny relics of a life that was once significant and active. It's where ancient books rest, their spines faded and cracked, each page telling a tale that hasn't been read in years. Fragments of a person's past—those items we once needed but no longer consider—are kept in the back of the shelf.
Perhaps it's an old cup, worn down and chipped around the rim, a memento of coffee-drinking mornings when everything seemed new. Or maybe something that made you chuckle and think, I'll remember this forever, from a long-ago vacation. It was a tiny fragment of a larger memory at the time, but now it lies half-hidden in shadow, forgotten as new mementos have replaced it.
However, what accumulates towards the back of the shelf is a mystery. Almost as though those objects could talk, they would say, *Hey, do you remember me? *Do you recall who you were when I was important? The most fascinating objects can occasionally be found just out of sight, seemingly waiting for the ideal opportunity to reappear and serve as a reminder of our past selves or our past. When you reach back and your fingers touch a dusty surface—something familiar but unfamiliar—you are briefly taken back in time to a different version of yourself.
Time stands still at the back of the shelf. It waits motionless, with each object holding onto a small piece of history or a moment. And occasionally, it can be worthwhile to take a peek back to see what has been waiting for you the entire while.
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Very good write up with the reflection of at the back of the shelf