It isn't logical of course, but I wonder sometimes if an inanimate object can be sad. I visited my old neighborhood recently and I stopped at a house where I had spent many days growing up.
The house is now unoccupied and slightly rundown, but what is most disturbing is the silence. No longer is there children's laughter or any adult voices coming from the house. All is quiet. I lost touch with the friends that lived there years ago and I can only speculate what happened to the family.
Still, the house remains. A sad reminder of good times long in the past.
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