Cold pizzas. They can’t be returned to their initial stage. You can reheat and eat but you cannot bring the taste back. It’s a symbol of things that are not reversible in nature and life. It is a sign of lost and found but found different than original. A cold pizza in your kitchen counter sings a slow melancholic tune. That tune is not the tragedy of life but just life. It’s not exactly a throwaway but a reminiscent of the past glamour. Most things in life take the cold pizza route of sitting in a corner and fading into the haziness of time. You might sometimes reheat them but you will always accept their lost glory. Things we cherish dearly- relationships, accolades, fortune, feelings, youth, movements, trophies and medals one day all end up gathering dust in the shelf. They gather dust but not quietly, they want to say something to us, something along the lines of their past importance in our lives. How we once treated them as the centre of our universe. They say time is the best healer but time is also a brutal cooler. People might say if you take proper care and give attention you can sustain the things you value in life but I would argue even care and attention behaves like the cold pizza. You can reignite them sometimes but they never go back to the original state. Impermanence is the law of human life and cold pizzas represent that.
