You've been here before. Not physically, perhaps, but certainly mentally. This is the chapter where you confront the unopened emails of existential dread.
Did you really think that the universe would mail you a detailed itinerary? Spoiler alert: it didn't.
Life is a series of déjà vus, punctuated by awkward pauses and that one friend texting eight years later.
Ever tried to solve a Sudoku on a train that doesn't exist? Congratulations, you're a poet without trying and a magician with missing tricks.
Each morning, we step into the puddles of yesterday's nostalgia, splashing reflections that look oddly familiar—yet slightly off, just like your cousin's cat that claims to understand dialects.