I think that not only can you never step into the same river twice, but you also can’t be in the same place twice.
Even if we traced our footprints with chalk… and stood in the exact same spot.
And it’s not just about the flow of time, but also about all the other, I would say, „random variables.”
And I see this in my writing, for example. If I had written something a few minutes later, it would have been slightly different.
What I write is, in a way, a photograph of a moment.
I can only return to it later in my imagination. Only there will the 100% reunion of feelings, thoughts, time, and place occur.
The beauty is that I can return to it as many times as I want. And whenever I want.
Sometimes, so many things are physically gone—and I still recall them in my memory and imagination.
And they are there again.
Exactly as they were then.
And that’s wonderful…