Have you ever stood on the precipice of thought, looking into the vastness, only to be greeted by an old acquaintance? The void, it seems, has an impeccable memory.
Once, a philosopher told me that staring into the abyss is like binge-watching your favorite series – familiar, comforting, and slightly unsettling in a “didn’t we just see this episode?” kind of way. Catching glimpses of past selves, each a slightly worse version of the person who last argued the merits of cheese at 3 AM.
Did I mention the time travel guidebook? “How to Navigate Your Own Echoes without Losing your Mind or Keys” – a bestseller in all the wrong dimensions.
And speaking of dimensions, whispers echo better in some than others, you know. Try not to check your watch when you find the time – it only gets worse.
Echoes call like the sirens to sailors, but maybe with less tragic endings and more carrot cake recipes. You can find the recipes in the stars, or maybe the stars find you... stellar.html indeed.