The house is currently devoid of presence, scattered everywhere.
The empty and unused kitchen.
The empty sink.
Most things have disappeared, and the hallway and the room in front of the entrance have become echoing with sound.
Even if I turned around, the sleeping face and the other set of bedding have vanished from the bedroom.
The lone slipper in front of the bedroom.
The shoes lined up at the entrance, where someone else used to come and go every day, or stand to greet a new day here.
Is there something other than absence that I can find in this house?
One more thing.
Today is the day when the divorce papers were submitted.
I heard that person spent over an hour traveling to the district office where their registered address is located to submit the papers.
(provisional transration)