tracking by antenna decay

viewing the memories of a soon-to-be-gone tape.

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you walk into the attic.

the dust dances in the air around you.
there it sits, in the exact spot where you once stood, sun-bleached.
you feel a sense of familiarity.

you walk into your bedroom.

the smell of your past greets you.
there it lies, as if it were waiting for you, wishing for your return.
you choose to face yourself.

you walk into the living room.

the carpet feels softer than usual.
there it lies, gone in a moment, never to be seen again.
you watch as it all passes.

International Climatology, Meteorology and Astronomy Space Agency