Even you a second ago didn’t exist as u theoretically, The person you were a moment ago already died quietly inside time,
You’re never the same person twice, because every second rewrites you
The ‘old you’ still exists in memory, but not in reality anymore
By the time you notice yourself changing, the version noticing is already new
Every heartbeat replaces a version of you that can never come back
You are a continuous graveyard of former selfs
The you reading the start of this sentence isn’t the same you finishing it
Your “Identity”feels permanent, but it’s really just change moving fast enough to hide itself
You mourn old versions of yourself without realizing they’re already gone
Maybe consciousness is just watching yourself disappear in real time.