"I am not sure that I exist, actually. I am all the writers I have read, all the people that I have met, all the women that I have loved; all the cities I have visited."
Jorge Luis Borges
And so, each new past, each new me, is less me than the one previous. That with each new story, each new person, each new love, and each new city, I am both more and less existent.
That fragments of the past create a new present and with each passing second, sun, and season, the future is compiled again and again.