The sculpture's seamstress

Below my house lives a seamstress who sometimes sells clothes at fairs. A week ago, while returning home in the early morning, I was mesmerized in front of her small display. She had for sale a gray shirt with a yellow pocket on the right side and a sticker that said "BOOM!" in the center.

I woke up in the afternoon, and after a quick shower, I went down to see if her business was open to buy the shirt. When I arrived, I asked her about the shirt, and she told me that a girl had taken it that morning. "Don't worry, I can sew another one for you if you want, I just need the sticker," she said to lift my spirits, and I couldn't help but accept her kindness, although I was crushed because that "BOOM!" was essential.

Later, she asked me for help to fix her new display; she was decorating the place with antique objects, and for the first time in my life, I saw a giant hourglass. "It's from my grandma; she lent it to me for a few days. Isn't it beautiful?" she mentioned, and I could only nod. We turned it over, and we were hypnotized watching the constant movement.

"When I was a little girl, I used to stay home watching this all afternoon. It's the most fantastic exercise of life; once you enter a trance, you'll see that each grain of sand is different from the previous one. Some fall quickly, others get stuck a bit, but eventually, everything ends, and you have to start again. An hourglass is the perfect description of time; above is the past, and below is the future. We live in this little hole, this small space through which crowds pass," she concluded in an almost poetic way.

The day after tomorrow, I have to pick up the shirt. The wait feels like an eternity, although surely after wearing it a couple of times, I'll get bored of it. "Funny, I'm sad about something in the past that never happened and something in the future that will never happen," I said to myself before returning home, in the early morning.