tonight i walked right into a little slice of my own past and realized that not much has changed. it's comforting to know that most people, when left to their own devices, will more or less do exactly what they were doing back in the day. Davey had already warned me that B'Ugo and Inobe were still very much the same guys, appearances, mannerisms and all. but i just had to see it with my own eyes. and sure enough, they walked into the club and six years just bended into that present moment. a giant, heartfelt hug and some excited, rapid-fire exchanges of "where-you-beens???" competed with the loud beats. and everything about them and the party scene and the music and the random shivers just brought me back to those good old days when all this was still fresh and waiting to be discovered. and i suddenly made a lot more sense to myself.
want to time travel on a regular basis? forget meddling with astrophysics and quantum mechanics. just go out on a limb on an otherwise random night and reconnect with some perfect strangers from your own past.
works every time.
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