My recursive personality keeps repeating, rewinding, deleting and rewriting my own history until I, eventually, get it right. But I'll never get it right because the way I tell a story and the way I live my life is through loops of experiences that repeat themselves with minimal difference each time. That barely perceptible difference that marks my growth, like rings of a tree. I keep repeating an experience until I get out of the groove and suddenly feel free to change. But, until then, the past will continue to cling to me harder the more I try to shake it off.