Sofiane Alaska

Time and Place

As I sat in my grandfather's attic, surrounded by the musty smell of old books and the faint scent of decay, I couldn't help but feel a sense of nostalgia wash over me. It had been years since I had last visited this place, and yet, everything looked exactly the same as I remembered it. The old rocking chair in the corner, the worn-out Persian rug on the floor, and the old grandfather clock ticking away in the corner. It was as if time had stood still since I was a child, and yet, I knew that was impossible.