Psychic Furniture is not Built to Last these Days

Somebody from work has left. They left suddenly and without warning. No reason for me to know anyway, I didn't know them at all. It was somebody I saw most days, a piece of the psychic furniture of work. then; gone. I think I said about five sentences to the person who left all together.
It is strange when a piece of everyday life is taken away suddenly, whether a person or a building or even a television show. I am reminded -suddenly- of News of the World. There it was, quite happily telling tales of celebrities on Sundays and now: THERE WILL NEVER BE A NEWS OF THE WORLD AGAIN. Things slip into the past, become memory, and every time there is something taken from the present, there is that reminder; things change, time moves on, and perhaps more sinisterly; nothing lasts, not even the psychic furniture we take for granted.