I'm standing infront of my house. But it's not my house. Not my current one, anyways. It's a version of my house that I used to live in. But it wasn't me, he was a version of myself that I used to be. I talked to my brother on the phone today, but it wasn't really him. Just a version of him that inhabits the body of who he used to be. The globe is its own ship of Theseus, and I am forced to sit here and watch it change. I grew one day older today, and tomorrow I will be one day older than that. I am perpetually in retrospective. I don't think that I even recognize the current version of myself.
"I walked. I could do nothing but walk. And then, I saw me, walking in front of myself. But, it wasn't really me. Watch out. The gap in the door... it's a separate reality. The only me is me. Are you sure the only you is you?"
Posted at 2026/04/01, 08:20:27Post ID: 8108
I'm standing infront of my house. But it's not my house. Not my current one, anyways. It's a version of my house that I used to live in. But it wasn't me, he was a version of myself that I used to be. I talked to my brother on the phone today, but it wasn't really him. Just a version of him that inhabits the body of who he used to be. The globe is its own ship of Theseus, and I am forced to sit here and watch it change. I grew one day older today, and tomorrow I will be one day older than that. I am perpetually in retrospective. I don't think that I even recognize the current version of myself.
"I walked. I could do nothing but walk. And then, I saw me, walking in front of myself. But, it wasn't really me. Watch out. The gap in the door... it's a separate reality. The only me is me. Are you sure the only you is you?"
“He's passed on to a better, more euphemistic place.”
Less poetic, but this reminds me of how I felt visiting my hometown after years of living away from it. Many things I remember were there still, but the people I grew up with there had also left. The church I grew up going to had changed, the people were different, the youth there had left as well.
I'm no better, I left myself. That's the shameful part.
Less poetic, but this reminds me of how I felt visiting my hometown after years of living away from it. Many things I remember were there still, but the people I grew up with there had also left. The church I grew up going to had changed, the people were different, the youth there had left as well.
I'm no better, I left myself. That's the shameful part.
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