Visions of Yesterday

journal entry date/page unknown One thousand generations later, funny enough, we still cling to the structures of the old days. Stories of the internet, war, art, and beyond were passed down from family to family and from friend to friend. While we are all detached from the world that was, its remnants remain strong. We have lost touch with our sense of time, the sun comes and goes, but it feels like just yesterday our ancestors world was washed away. I sit in this room alone, my heart filled with nostalgia for a history told through the grapevine. I sit in this room alone, my head filled with the thoughts of everyone who set foot here in the past.