I walk through the halls of my house and my life and nothing, really nothing, is how it was. Or even how I thought it would be. It's not bad, well, some of it is, but mostly it's just not what I expected. And some things, some of the really bad things, even as I stand in the very middle of them, resist me. Or I resist them. Whatever. Despite all the evidence, the things and I, we resist and we do not believe what we see.
There should be more words for things, in the generic sense.
Like in French.
Un truc, une chose, un machin, un machin-truc...et j'en passe.
A thing, a thing, a thing, a thingy-thing...