Different times. It wasn’t even that long ago.
I remember this moment. I was walking out to my car before work—a weekday ritual I never thought I’d be nostalgic for—and I noticed this guy, poking around a cat tree that someone had tossed.
It’s so weird. Everyone says this, a thousand different ways: you never think about how much your mundane daily existence means until it’s gone.
And I’m saying this as one of the lucky ones.