It's sort of unsettling how things can just end, so suddenly just like that. It struck me on the last day of basketball training a few weeks ago. I got home and I looked at my closet and at the one drawer I had devoted to training clothes: shorts I liked to wear, the shirts that went with them, jerseys, shirts that were to be worn after training - these were the shirts that were sort of old already -extra shorts i bought because they often couldn't get washed in time. I looked at my bathroom and the stocks of small-sized shampoo and liquid soap bottles for my toiletries bag that I would bring especially for training. All part of a system that I carefully put together to make things more organized and convenient for myself. Each part of it well-thought out. All part of a system, and all now next to useless. I don't need that many shorts because I don't exercise everyday, the shampoo will stay in my bathroom, the jerseys in my drawer. Just there, and out of use.

Sort of like the room of an old man who died, sitting so still now without him. Covers that are never pulled down, curtains that are never stirred. A rack of shirts hung neatly side by side. Hats piled upon a bed post. A jar of pommade next to a matchbox and a yellow candle, lid tightly screwed on. A bottle of talc placed on the dresser so as to be easily found after a shower. Near empty, just waiting. Next to it, a plastic comb, free of loose hairs. He would always swipe his bents finger across its teeth before setting it down, and patting his hair with his hands. Just the other day he did this. Just the other day he twisted the door knob and shuffled across the hall. Thinking about the day's plan, and that he would remind the help to buy more powder . It's sort of unsettling how things can just end.

Hi I've had a makeover. Thank you to Lea for the correction: it's not horas it's oras!.