31 agosto 2013
She thought about the passage from one life to another. She kept thinking. Will I ever be ready? Will I make it across? Will I chicken out? Will I know when I'm saying goodbye to my old self? Will I look back, still able to see what I left behind?
She tought she would know when it happened. But now, as she saw it, she wondered if it was really all like that at all. Maybe it happened in a million different ways, when you were thinking of it and you weren't. Maybe there was no gap, no jump, no chasm and you didn't forget yourself all at once. Maybe you just looked around one time or another and you saw yourself. Hey.
And there you were.