Nostalgic Factory

Alina Ivina

i remember when i went to a small village up in the hills of czech, i found a high point which overlooked the landscape and just sat on the benches next to the cathedral. It was so quiet and peaceful, there seemed to be no one but myself in the acres of land which it occupied. while i was sitting there i was contemplating about the hundreds of people behind their windows with their own individual lives. were they happy? were they struggling? Did the stereotypical housewife prepare dinner, waiting for her husband to come back from work? It all seemed to obvious at first but there are so many more layers into each person’s life. The more i thought about it the more i just wanted to blank my mind, so i turned around and looked at the cathedral. I had the thought of going inside the church, but knowing that i haven’t been to church for at least a year or more, made me think about my values in religion. I was really never bothered to goto church, nor am i now, but there always seemed to be something i never understood about it. Whether it’d be the fellowship, the companionship or just knowing that somebody out there actually cares about you, these were the things which seemed to be missing in my life. And that made me wonder whether the people behind the windows understood this. After sitting in the cold for a while it started to snow, so i stood up, and left.

while i was leaving i think i shed a tear, i don’t know why, it was probably just a mixture of emotions bottled up ready to explode, but it felt nice to know that i cared enough about something to cry for.

i’m going nowhere.