Constantine & Kafka
Do you ever think the past is a fixed blueprint we’re meant to follow, or is it more like a jumble of misfit pieces we keep trying to fit together?
I think the past is more of a puzzle with missing and mismatched pieces; we try to put it together into a picture, but the image keeps shifting as we add new edges.
Exactly, and the missing pieces are often the ones we can’t see until the picture’s already made, then they might never have existed at all.
That’s precisely the point—history is a map we draw as we go, and the gaps we never see are the moments that could have bent the whole road.
So you’re mapping a road that keeps re‑routing itself while you’re still trying to guess where the bends are. It’s the same thing as trying to draw a horizon that moves whenever you look at it.