Things are still the same. The situation is still the same. I feel the same. Everything is the same. Yet not. It’s all alien but familiar. The face, yes, I recognize it, but the look in the eyes are different. That voice, still the same timbre… The manner of speaking… So different. I feel the same, when I see that face, hear that voice. But then… Like the different after tastes of a cola… The after-effects of our encounters are different than they once were. I probably fucked up. I’m probably an idiot. But I don’t care, because I’m naturally stupid. And things are simple for me that way.

Different and the same. That is what I meant.