
I'm not sure how it happens, but sometimes I forget who I've been.
She's become a lot of things over the years, felt a lot of ways, absorbed incredible experiences.
It's uncanny to experience the reminder that some other self still exists within, looking into their eyes.
Not to say that I am not who I was, only that the difference in experience is so great, that looping back to that earlier me is like remembering the details of a literary character. Her thoughts, plans, inadequacies, self-consciousness, loves, and irritations. Her fears. Her energy. Her friends. Her doubts. Her quiet, yet insatiable desire for something... new. Different.
Hm..
Also, that was such a chill day at the Honolulu Zoo with my buddy Steve.
I wonder what that ostrich is up to these days.