Today
Corridor
cubicle
knick-knacks...
computer,
chair
co-worker...
Parking lot
status/car
leather seats
class established
road home...
Modern large, house
many rooms, furniture.
Giant television, computer
game console, throw pillows...
...beautiful wife, luxury bedroom.
Money in stocks, paid-off home
inherited wealth, garden with gnome
butterfly bushes, peonies, sunflowers
life of fulfillment, family of hours...
...everything in life, collected, recorded.
1,000 years later
...dust...
Whom could afford it?
Nothing you see today will be known of or exist in any way in 1,000 years. Nothing you do matters. Nothing you have will ever be permanent. You mean nothing. Your life has no purpose. When you see the futility of ants after a rain storm knowing the forecast calls for more...you look in the mirror.