In Times of Readjusting

I’ve been looking for ways to start this project for a number of days and, just like the trope of your favorite romantic novel, I found inspiration in the most unexpected place (although, maybe I just ignored the author’s foreshadowing for too long). Today, I got a flashback of a past self that put into perspective the idea of having a past life. I was 19 or 20 and only just getting a grip on the type of life I wanted to lead and testing out the options. I’ve suddenly blinked and I’m 21 staring at a beautifully tragic crumbling graffitied wall, then I’m 26 living in and out of airports. I can’t tell you how some…