Every event in my life leading up to this moment, right now, sitting in the kitchen of a house I've been coming to for over a decade, feels like one perpetually long yesterday. This moment right now will soon become part of that perpetual yesterday. Meaning someday soon todays will become non-existent, leaving us all a perpetual yesterday, The only thing left as proof of our existence on this earth, only known to yourself.
I'm at the bar now, in the living room of the house I've been going to for a decade now. Even as I'm writing this I gravitate towards the place I've grown up, seeing my parents and friends having fun and letting loose in the same stool I'm sitting in right now. This moment right now will soon be lost in the chaos of the perpetual yesterday.
Someday soon even the perpetual yesterday will end, after the knowledge of the existence of today. We'll be left with nothing but tomorrow. The never ending tomorrow.
My sister is sitting next to me now, spinning on the stool and asking me to play games, just as she had five years ago; part of our perpetual yesterday. Wait long enough and even the most cherished moments of your life will become part of the perpetual yesterday, taken down from their proverbial pedestal.
Stood in front of me right now is a collection of shot glasses and bottles beside it a bowl of corks. Countless corks in this one bowl. A cork for every good time that has passed at the bar of this house. A bowl of perpetual yesterdays, for every yesterday.
