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Of course people do change, in what I can only assume is a great many senses. Physically through the course of our lives we grow and or bodies show signs of this continued wear. This is superficial, perhaps, as after all, the code governing just how that person continues to grow remains, while not necessarily immutable, for the most part the same.

But what then is the… “essence” of a person? While we are of course rooted in the physical world, these days I feel like there are people I know, or at least knew for a while, relying primarily on a memory of their form and continued contact from afar. These people, then, may change enormously in appearance but remain the same to me.

Well, that is, except for the fact that they do change. Maybe they don’t, and instead it is me who is changing, or simply the nature of our friendship that is shifting with the passage of time.

What is the nature of a friendship? What is it that I do, or did, that lets some friendships persist this prolonged distance while others have suffered? Will all past friendships fade if neglected long enough and which of those will I be able to resume with proximity? Or will I even be able to, being now the changed person that I am, and they the changed person they are?

I want to be able to better describe what it is that happens when people “drift apart” because I have this hope that if I understood it I could, would, do more to stop it. Though even saying that makes me think that maybe I wouldn’t. Things change, and who am I to stop that?

All right, I’m tired and if I don’t post this now I suspect I’ll reread it later only to realize how ridiculous all this sounds so whatever. Another day of work, most of a day of travel, and then I’m stateside and catching up on the facetime I’ve been missing out on.