[The Magi]

I'm staring at the place in between the wall and the couch... that neglected space... If I were tiny it would seem like a ballroom. Little scuffs on the hardwood floor show a history there. The fingernail clipping and paint chip have so much presence ... Has this space always been neglected? I don't see what's under the couch... They live in tiny universes. Epochs pass by in these seconds I finally pay attention to them... What is space? As I stare at this place it feels like I have lived an eternity in this dimension between the wall and the couch...