“ life” feels like a story timeline where one wakes up at different times and each is a different reality BUT they sometimes connect.

Picturing it as a dense spiral

My man just updated me that he doesn’t remember the acorns being so big. He’s literally tripping on them.

“ I’m tripping on my big nuts 🌰 “

Now recall what I said about “ tiny acorns “ in the past. Lols 😂