This man never got his paper. The news in it suddenly became unimportant. The calendar shows that Saturday, April 26. was a special day. Judging by things he left at the door, he liked to fish. The Sundays and Year on this calendar were in red ink and has now faded.
He probably left for a fishing trip and never came back. That must feel like your life is cut on two separate pieces - the one before that day and the one after it.
In one of them is your life and slippers under you bed and a photo of your first love on the piano. In the other is nothing but your memories and fishing rod.
