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"then he skipped again to anticipate the predictions and ascertain the date and circumstances of his death. before reaching the final line, however, he had already understood that he would never leave the room, for it was foreseen that the city of mirrors (or mirages) would be wiped out by the wind and exiled from the memory of men at the precise moment when Aureliano Babilonia would finish deciphering the parchments, and that everything written on them was unrepeatable since time immemorial and forever more, because races condemned to one hundred years of solitude did not have a second opportunity on earth." One Hundred Years of Solitude / Cien Años de Soledad - Gabriel García Márquez

if part of growing up is realizing that places don't change, but it's the people that get taller, shorter, thinner, wider, smarter, dumber, poorer, or richer - then it hurts to grow up. if you don't grow taller, then does your perspective of life stay the same? if your feet don't grow, then will you be doomed to take baby steps for the rest of your life? even a child is known by his doings, and i hope guayaquil remembers this