Every day, I wake early to the same morning.

June 29th, 2015, 8am

Time does not exist. Instead I move through space in conjunction to the sun. And in the morning I wake in the same place, the same frozen time, and remember every instance that I have done so. This persistent déjà-vu makes me doubt the existence of memory and age… And I wonder, that if it were possible for tomorrow to be different then today, if I would be the same…

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Jo Chapman

Illustration ~ Writing ~ Multi-Medium Storytelling (http://www.lastwebsite.io/)

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