She asked, "Did you move back into your old apartment?"
My friend answered for me. "Yeah, he moved right back into the same rut he was in when he left."
I've told people before that I sometimes feel like I'm living in stasis. Now I find that it is true. I'm walking the same streets as before, going to the same restaurants as before. Often it's the same employees as before. Eight years have passed.
The only difference is that now my hair is a bit longer, my beard scragglier, and there are lines at the corners of my eyes. And I had a future back then. Now there's just the present. Is that the improvement?