There was an old house in the middle of Brooklyn, built during the roaring 20’s. Lots of history went down inside, a lot of history in that whole neighborhood for that matter. Now this house sits today about 100 years later, it’s last surviving twin right next door got bought out and is being renovated. Soon this will be the only old building remaining in that whole block.

The working crew on the neighboring building start their day early, and get busy with their repairing and modifications. They pass through the common driveway, going into the shared garage space between the two homes. Constant drilling and hammering, then tossing old junk in the big trash container parked right there.

One day a worker brought coffee for the rest, and one of them drank a sip and left the cup on the window sill of the old building. Then he forgot about it and left to go work on the work site in the opposite building, these repairs had continued for over a year. But the cup remained on the outside of the window sill, even the people inside couldn’t notice the cup because it’s small and not easily falls into your vision.

This cup has been through all the 4 seasons, rainy, snowy, sunny, damp, extremely humid. The cup survived it all, and wasn’t ever noticed nor removed, it even got slowly stuck to the brick of the sill from the drying up. The ants and bugs pass through it without even peeking in, because it’s been there so long they know there’s nothing of interest there for them.

So it came to pass that the next door building was no longer new, since 30 years had came and went. The old building went through two families during that time, but never went through a major repair nor remodeling. This old building is now 130 years and still standing, thanks to minor patches here and there. But the new building is starting to show some structural integrity issues already, on the verge of collapsing stairs. Something should be said about the old ways buildings were made, compared to the new methods.

One of the tenants finally notices the cup as he goes to the garage area, he gets surprised how this forgotten cup must have been there for decades and nobody ever noticed it. The petrified coffee cup probably has many stories to tell, it was both hard and soft. Partly melted paper into the bricks and the coffee long evaporated, this was quite a journey for a coffee cup.

Especially since in the future coffee is a rare pleasure, that most people don’t have access to. So the tenant decides to box the cup into a framed diorama. Keep it as a piece of history of the house, so after all these years the cup went from outdoors to inside the house. If it could speak then probably it would be so proud and excited..