A Basement Is A Time Machine

What a pleasure it is discovering an old basement! Wondering who was there before me. Stepping down the creaking stairs. Watching out for spiders, mice and ghosts. Leaving my fingerprints behind. Being happy. Being sad. In a hurry. Bored. Feeling the present of the past so intense, that I wouldn’t be surprised at all if I went up again and found myself in another time. If I would only be quick enough, I could run into the family who lived here. Maybe scare them to death! So they would probably kick me down the stairs, this strange woman wearing strange clothes. Where the hell is she coming from? I should be careful travelling in time. And wouldn’t it be more interesting instead of scaring a family going outside, experiencing an unknown world? A world so near but not reachable? Exciting moments waiting for only me!
In the end, I had to return to my old young life. So I should definitely go back into this house. The family had to let me in. What would I tell them? Maybe the truth. A basement is a time machine.

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