sometimes it feels like we’ve all come a very long way. and sometimes i think we’re just spinning around and around in the same whirlpool. faces that we once knew fade away into the darkness, only to revisit in feverish dreams or myriad thoughts. cities whose streets we once played on become strangers to us, and yet we keep sacred the memory of their ancient maps. songs, stories, laughter and tears. everything that makes us what we are. everything that could make us someone else.