Time traveling is something I do almost every day. In the sense that I reminisce on the positive memories that remain within my belongings and the places I go.
There was a time halfway through my commute to work when my brain sensed a stop. At this station where I didn't actually get off, I thought about the only reason I used to. My mind raced with the thrills I once had beyond the subway doors. And I often questioned myself why they closed so quickly without warning.
More than often, there is no warning and when we don't experience the closure we yearn for, we feel the desperation to seek it more than ever. The reality is that the power to close doors remains only in your hands, not the other way around.