Now once upon a time when I was a boy of almost five, I stood upon a stool looking at myself in the mirror, brushing my teeth with a musical toothbrush. And a thought occurred to me that this moment might come again in my life when I look upon myself standing upon a stool, a boy of nearly five looking in the mirror and brushing my teeth with a musical toothbrush.
And that was the beginning of dejavu. That was laying the foundation stone for looking at life backwards.
Experiencing each moment as a moment vacuously lived in a meaningless existence.
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