"You thought the car was on this street, didn't you?"
Mid, perhaps not-so-mid, life crisis on a down-sloping street, somewhere between Lost and Misdirected. Conversations with past selves - have you ever tried to convincing your younger self that you indeed **do not** have it all figured out? Believe me, it's an uphill battle, especially when you're already left uphill of nowhere.
"I swear the GPS was right! Wait, is this even our street?"
Familiar, yet disoriented echoes bounce between houses, revealing strategies that perhaps should never have been devised. The overlap and accidental symphony of wandering souls. Picture it: your neighbor's cat playing an unauthorized role as a navigation expert.
"Have you seen my phone? It's in my hand, isn't it?"
The tide rolls in unpredictably, often revealing hidden passages and forgotten texts. Like that paper you thought lost to time, mysteriously etched on your palm in the form of an echo of past decisions and ephemeral communications.