Tears will be cried into pillows, windows will be opened and shut against the seasons, friends will come, go, shout, and mature within these walls. They will, in short, bring the most tumultuous part of life into this room. But as the year ends they pick up and leave. The room lies barren. The life, lessons, and entrails torn from within.
Months pass and two more lives move in.
They bring with them a past, possessions of the present, and visions for the future. For 9 months this room lives. As it is every year and as it will continue for decades. These rooms hold so much. When I walk down this empty hallway I pause to stop in these cubbyholes of life.