You know, at first I thought that I might write a post.
Afterwards, however, I realized the pictures here were really more of a standalone rather than a single (or multiple set of articles published within a dedicated time frame.
So here we are, on a page titled Hanukkah House, a name that best describes this place at this very point in time.
Honestly, it is a little strange that the page is titled this way, but that's what I've been calling it for quite some time.
It's rather appropriate, given how circumstances have changed and how the unit is no longer the same.
Life changes, and I suppose, so do we.
I cannot remember when exactly it was that I started seeing it with a different set of eyes, but I do remember when it was that I looked at it clearly and wondered how, and why it had been allowed to become this way.
Here now lies the quandary.
Are they a part of my life that is regular, familiar, day to day?
Or are they a part of my life that (despite being regular- still) is, at the same time, alienated enough to be a distance away?
At this moment I have no answer to the question.
Neither do I have any spirit, mood, or words to speak about them.
I guess I shall just leave them as such, and maybe one day I'll be able to speak of them in a logical, unemotional manner the way life sometimes demands us to see.
There's just one thing I'd like to say now:- It wasn't like this all the time.
No, it wasn't.
Somewhere along the way, somehow as time went by, things got altered, they got changed, and here we are today.
Perhaps one day I'll write more about these pictures, what they are, how I feel about them, so on and so forth.
But until then, I'll just leave them here, and (hopefully) get to go ahead with what it is I wish to do.