Even if you walk exactly the same route each time - as with a sonnet - the events along the route cannot be imagined to be the same from day to day as the poet's health sight his anticipations moods fears thoughts cannot be the same.
My career started young and I was really ambitious and then I had success and I hung out with people who were much older. I think I might have been temporally misplaced so I thought I was 40. It was a premature midlife crisis.
