Where is he going? Where has he been? Stuck between yesterday and tomorrow; most of us would call it today, but not him. Nothing is permanent so how can the days be? Always moving, never going to the same place twice. Well, maybe the same place, but how can one really say a place is the same? The buildings may be the same, unchanging for years, but everything else, everyone else, mostly, is moving. No one can remain for long. Things are always changing. People changing how they look and who they are. Maybe not moving from place to place, but changing by moving through their life. Everyone is a wanderer.
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