conceptposts:

concept: you, when you were a young child, sitting on the linoleum kitchen floor of your old house. Your mother stands at the stove, stirring something. The now-subtly-obsolete designs of the spice tins and cereal boxes look familiar and safe. A TV show you’d forgotten all about is on quietly in the next room. It’s October and the weather is cooling off. There is a vague sense of fun coming in the near future. You have no responsibilities.