Ancient artifacts

My life is like a museum now. Everywhere I look, everywhere I go, seems familiar.

There are the faces of my life, the songs of my life, the books, and letters and stories, all laid out on pedestals and upon walls, under glass and occasionally packed away deep down in the bottom of a trunk pushed up against a wall someplace.

I wander through admiring, breathing, trying to keep it all in perspective.

Occasionally though, one of the pedestals tips over and someone falls off. That's the danger with pedestals, they are more like leaning towers of Pisa than sturdy little three legged stools.

A stool may not be as elegant as a pedestal, but no matter how many times it is turned around the three legs keep it balanced. Once in a while it is necessary to just turn something around so I don't have to look at it.

I am slowly transferring everything off the pedestals as I grow older. It's safer and more sane that way.