Revisiting a place of the past, it’s never the same.
The present is continuously flowing into the future, and things are constantly evolving with the passing time, in obvious or minute ways. So it’s foolish, though natural, to expect a past memory when visiting from a removed future.

People change, and things change. Even memories are malleable.
I thought I was prepared, but nostalgia is slier than anticipated.

One day, I’ll remember. Then, I’ll learn.


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