I spoke with myself recently, as I often tend to do, and I realized that as we look around at this town and this world, it is all still the same. In a thousand different situations, a thousand different settings, the only changes have been slight. All the mystery, crookedness, sadness, doom, and hope that radiates from this world now, seems to have always been here. Whether or not that is a good thing depends on how you see it. Some find the concept a bit disturbing, but to others, it is a relief. While all the crooked sadness seems doomed to repeat itself, so does a mysterious thing called hope. Perhaps one day we will better ourselves.
I spoke with myself recently, as I often tend to do, about the qualities of this world that seem to repeat themselves. The way innocence is corrupted by the common-man's reality, the way humans rush through without stopping to see natural beauty, and the ways they do their best to beat it into the mangled world we live in now, the way everyone seems to