They say the walls and doors have ears and eyes, too. Well, what if they aren’t the only ones? What if I say, that all inanimate paraphernalia, like me and the others around the world are very well aware of all the events and movements around us just like you peoples reading this. You humans think you can be an advantage, considering y’all can move, observe and also think, but I guess we get all the juicy bit of information. Life of a stationary object (or a paralysed human in certain cases) can be really a monotony. But one also gets to know and hear all that’s happening around. You might think that I might get stark bored staring around at the pedestrians and cars and trees around, but it might also really be enjoyable to me watching all you human stumbling and fumbling, thinking that no one is watching you, but honey, you’re always watched. My day might not be as entertaining as yours is(even though you’re reading an everyday journal of an old mansion, in which time you could watch that rectangular device just like the one inside me!), but I sure do have a lot of stories to tell.
17 December 1989
1.00am: Every of the residents that reside in me have gone to sleep, except for the youngest of their sons. The humans call it the ‘teenage’, but in my opinion, when I was 13 summers old, I don’t think I was a scrawny, arrogant and rebellious person. Hmm, these humans, they might have brains to invent stuff but, man do are they temperamental. Aah, I think I just heard him bang something. There goes the peace.
2.00am: Apparently, he got tired “strumming” or whatever that is. Apart from the creak in the stairs(which might be the second daughter sneaking in after her “date”) everything falls into lull. Now all I can hear is my pal the tree’s breathing caressing me. Hmm…I might as well use this time to sleep, now.
3.30am: I just jolted awake to the sound of something falling out (from the refrigerator, presumably) and I conveniently assumed that it must be the elder girl of the house. All I want to do is rest now. I wonder how these people even crave for food in such odd time; for I don’t get hungry until the day to varnish and paint me all over comes.
7.00am: I smell coffee. Hmm…Time to face another day of the year.
7.30am: It’s a shame to presume that no one is watching you do something when you’re never not being watched. Well, only when I thought the teenager living inside me is reckless, I see the guy across the street slash a tire of this girl he asked out last week. Hmm, waste of a creation, isn’t it?
8.00am: When you know something might go wrong, you are prepared. I see things go disastrously wrong everyday in this house. The children woke up just now to realize that they have school in 30 minutes. Well, it needs talent to do the same mistake in a row everyday.
9.00am: Ufff, a lull after the storm it is. How they underestimate inanimate object is beyond me. I see a guy snorting weed while I’m pretty sure he is supposed to be in school.
11.00am: The old man across the street who was thrown out by his own street was going for his everyday walk. As I see, he is on his own, considering he was thrown out. It’s so intriguing to see how things work with these humans; they can love and loathe so passionately it scares me. I’m glad my rapport with the tree and the street light pole doesn’t depend on any factor. Some of us might be human made, but not humans.
12.30pm: The elder one of the house had taken her day off. Apparently, she got sick. Hmm, must be something she binged last night. Even she underestimates situations, for she thinks no one sees her secret boyfriend who dropped her off, but I did. If only I was also given a mouth.
I guess I need a break from all this. Now let me go sleep. Oh, wait. Whose car is he gonna slash now!?
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