Tom and I walk across the town of Moscow after a night at the bars

Looking only at my feet I follow closely behind him.

Drunk…and stumbling…Tom is rambling.

He talks about how, the key thing to appreciate is,

each moment

can never be duplicated, all the elements we are experiencing will never be reproduced in the same way it is right now,

from the cold weather to our mind set, this experience, no matter how trivial, is undeniably unique.
And for some strange reason

my vodka soaked mind remembers him slurring this into the atmosphere, louder than necessary.
As if…

to share a small secret about the human experience.



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