The collection of buildings I work in now were built about 6 and a half years ago. After our group took up residence here, a bicycle was parked in the bike rack in the underground garage. It was a beat up old blue-greenish 10 speed.
Every time I went to the underground garage level, it was there. Every day, same spot, same lock. For a long time, I was uncertain whether it was being ridden into work every day and parked in the same spot, or if it had just been abandoned. As the years wore on and most of the staff around here changed, I became more certain that the bike had just been abandoned. After over six years, there it was, in the same spot, with the same lock. The one constant in the ever-flowing change that is our office.
Today I went down to the underground level to walk over to the building with the cafeteria, taking the underground route to dodge the rain and cold.
The bike was gone.
I don't know why, but it made me feel strange. The one thing that's been the same since we came to this brand new sparkling campus six years ago just up and disappeared.
8 months ago
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Sigh. The bike's gone. Such a staple and now it's left.
So does this run along the lines of the guy who wanted people to be gone so he could read books, then got his wish, just before his glasses got broke so he couldn't read anymore?
Or this more along the lines of..
;-p
This is more along the lines of the fact that there are many things all around us that we assume will stay the same, and in a little way they anchor our sense of reality. One of my anchors up and disappeared that day.
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