This is not a Christmas tree, but it is our Christmas TV this year, and I wanted to talk about it!

When I went to bed last night I was thinking about nostalgia, and how people long for past times; and the sense of loss that comes with happy times you know are past, and the fear that happier times may never come again. I wasn't really sure if nostalgia was a good thing... I suppose good and bad don't really exist, they are both ideas.
However when I look out at the Christmas TV, I realise now I don't just see a relic of years passed; I see parts of each year, and their road to today! I see a TV my parents got when they were married in 1988, I remember all the old friends they talked about who must have seen it before my time; I remember when it was relegated to my room, and I remember my school friends and the games we played at sleepovers, and I think of who they are now. I remember the christmases when that TV was left in the shed, and the ones when we set it up, and who was there and who they were at that time... this Christmas was the first in 7 years to have the TV, and the people that were here, I didn't even know 7 years ago ~ but now they are part of the TVs memory too!
What we plugged into it this time was also different. A new VHS player I got last year with my mum to archive old family movies; the Atari is from when I worked in Dublin, I remember playing it with people at work! For DVDs a PS2 is connected, I remember modding it on the floor of an old girlfirend's apartment and she walked in, looked at the mess, and said I love you. I remember one of my friends giving me the Dark Crystal on VHS for my 7th birthday, and I remember years later hearing she might have died; and I remember all the times Iv watched that movie since. Mixed into all of that is stuff from today, some of it might stick, some wont; but the things that do will go on to acquire their own futures.
All of these things are passing, and they change each year and what they add up to is today; and they will keep on changing and adding, and its nice to look at them and see all those moments collected together. I know these objects are just objects made of plastic and circuit boards; but Im just flesh and bone.. In the end we are all light floating in a void. This TV wont stop time, it wont stop people from coming and going, nor will it provide happy days or sad days; but it is, and has always been, a quiet physicality of life. It's real and it's here!
It is beautiful to have it as a focal point; an emitter of light and memories that has been with me all my life. If its not too cheesy to say.. but I do look up to it; I want to be an emitter of light and happy memories for people too! As a human I do that in my own way; but if tools are extensions of the human soul (as I believe they are), then I'm happy that this clunky box has been a part of me and those who have passed by.