thats something im coming to really think about as I go through life. I’m still young and really dont need to worry about it but its a thought that crosses my mind. I’ve had so many changing shifts in my life and tastes. Really is apt to say people change like water crushes stone.
Somehow I still feel the wally we know is dead. Even if his ‘essence’ is preserved like some kind of brain in a jar. Reconstructed or resurrected or regenerated or whatever marx has planned I really dont think he will be the same.
Tsk tsk, no taste for creative scene making I take it?