I bought a book last year from a second hand bookshop called Lake Wobegone Days (Garison Keller), the book is supposed to be excellent. I bought it, however as i was seduced by a dating made in pencil - 10th September 1991. Also inside, (and the biggest gift of all) was a uni shopping list, handwritten and still there after all this time. Pens, notepads, new socks, deodorant. I loved seeing this little bit of someone else's history, and enjoyed wondering whom it belonged to and what they had become.
I quite like cutting into something like a piece of fruit and knowing that i am the first person to see its innards. Lol sounds daft but sometimes as i pop it in my gob i feel sad that i will always be the only person too. That pattern and colour is so unique it seems wasted.
This whole bit reminded me of this:
Mono no aware - Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
What you are expressing really is quite beautiful. The Cherry blossom is probably the most famous representation of this in Japan, and they celebrate it every year with extremely heavy drinking sessions and karaoke machines under the trees lol.
You write well Amelie, have you ever thought of writing stories?
Edit: I read the Garrison Keillor book in about 92, I remember it was very gentle and I enjoyed it. I think I'd like it more now I'm a bit older.