A small room inside a bay window. A single bed, a table and chair, and a sink. I could manage something larger, with more conveniences, but I could never match the view.
I must replace my sink plug. The one I am using is an improvisation comprised of three corks from bottles whose contents were long ago consumed.
For a time I knew of the lives of these bottles, when their contents were emptied. But the paper on which I kept this record became a shopping list and was left behind on the counter where I paid for my groceries.
Today I will purchase a proper plug and in a couple months those corks will be forgotten too.