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There’s something quite frustrating about consistently being the same person. You wake up and watch all of the people you know grow old, change, age, bloom and die; the mountains tumble and crack, the hills roll into themselves, buildings falls, the stars shift in the sky. But you’re just the same.

I’m sick of my own heartbeat being the last thing I hear before I fall asleep. I don’t know what I want to replace it, but I think something that hums like the Earth might work. It might remind me that I’m not really this young forever.