Everything Changes, Nothing Changes

20 years ago, I could be found in New York City, sipping cappuccinos on sidewalk cafes, writing about the meaning of life.

Here I am, two decades later, in Georgia, parked in front of a suburban juicery, drinking beetroot, and writing about the same exact thing.

Yes, beetroot. I don’t even know me anymore.

Everything is different. Nothing has changed.

The earth spins but never moves. It just accumulates questions with every rotation.

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