“Here is a secret Chang E knew, though her mother didn't.
Past a certain point, you stop being able to go home. At this point, when you have got this far from where you were, the thread snaps. The narrative breaks. And you are forced, pastless, to invent yourself anew.
At a certain point, this stops being sad -- but who knows if any human has ever reached that point?”
―
Zen Cho,
The Four Generations of Chang E