My world has completely vanished. The hometown I grew up in no longer exists. There is not a single thing of it remains. It even recently changed its name.

Even cities that I lived in 20 years ago changed before my eyes during the next 10 years.

My daughter remarked that something I bought in 19975 is still in excellent condition. It looks new. She said, "They don't make them that way anymore."

Change is rapid - too rapid for human beings to process.

That said, I never judged my life by things. I don't even think I judge my life. I understand that I'm a microdot in the universe, that I have a few short decades here, and then I'm gone. Nobody will remember me, and I will have made no idfference to the world. That's about it.

It doesn't upset me.