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I used to think when I was younger that every build up leads to an explosion. That there would be this grand moment in someone's life that would change everything. But as I grew, I realized that this is not the case. That change has a silent route, that the biggest changes comes in the dark, in the alteration of the mundane. In a series of broken little details that you end up realizing far too late . When it's too damaged to be fixed . you end up changing without an explosion, without a witness. without you in the process . And suddenly you're someone else. Someone you can recognize in the mirror but never in the dark, never in thought or theory . And catching up with such change always comes shocking,   like a soft slap to the face that never hurts, but always alert. You wonder, how such alteration could occur without notice? Without the promised big bang that will set every little detail to its right track. And you may never find the answer, but it's