Things are just things...

I'm wandering about our house...
The air conditioner is covered in dust: last summer no one switched it on to endure the heat.
The TV in the sitting room has not been switched on since months, and the last time it just monitored the transfers from the digital camera cassettes recorded in May.
The Blu-ray player we used in STICCON is back where it belonged, but never used since.
Every box I brought back from the Reunion is still closed, untouched. I don't need any of the items inside.
My eyes linger on the Sanyo on the wall. I switched it on once and I can't bear the thought of switching it on ever again! The blue armchair is covered with pillows and blankets, no one had been sitting there since ages!
There are so many DVDs and Blu-rays still wrapped in their plastic that I will never watch, not to mention all 2013 issues of "TV Sorrisi & Canzoni", unread.
The wardrobes containing all books and magazines and memorabilia are closed since last year. The computer near the back window is silent and dusty, and so is the Mac that we used for a job than does not exists anymore!

Several months ago I naively thought that my biggest trouble would be to face a decision between two paths. I could freeze our house as Alberto left it, leaving everything ready for any friend to come and share it. Or I could transform this same house in a kind of museum, restaging rooms to show the various stages of our adventurous 26+ years together. Now I know I would do neither because all the things in the house will be soon be gone.

Whether all things will be used to pay a debt we never thought we had, or given away to friends who could put them to good use, the result is the same: the house will be empty, not frozen in time nor a museum. Simply empty.
But after all, things are just things. Aren't they?