It's often the little things that make you wonder. No big events, no loud break - rather a quiet moment when you stop and ask yourself: wasn't it different before? I recently had such a moment in the supermarket. A store I've known for many years. One of those places where you don't have to think. You know where things are. Milk at the back on the right, bread at the front on the left, the usual routes in between. It's a quiet form of reliability that you hardly notice in everyday life - as long as it's there.
But this time something was different. I was searching. Not for long, but longer than usual. The milk was no longer where it always was. A few steps further, then back again. Finally I found it - but the thought remained. Why? At first it seems banal. A shelf is rearranged, a product is moved. That happens. But when such moments accumulate, the whole thing loses its random character. It creates an impression that is difficult to grasp, but is nevertheless tangible: something is being changed here - not for me, but with me.