Have you ever found yourself taking a walk, only to discover you've circled back to where you started? That's the charm, isn't it? Walks like that can offer you fresh perspectives on familiar street corners. But maybe, just maybe, we're not meant to find new paths at all. Perhaps they're all mirages, illusions dancing just beyond reach.
So there I was, pondering the same lamppost for the third time this afternoon, and you know what? It felt different every time. The shadows played tricks, like old friends weaving stories from stretched light. It's almost comforting, really—knowing these detours are companions of sorts.