The Origin Paradox

What would you do if you found proof, undeniable and specific, that your whole life had already happened somewhere ahead of you, waiting patiently for you to catch up to it? Oliver Ward found that proof in a cardboard box on an ordinary Tuesday, and spent the rest of his days learning that a life built from loops instead of lines could still hold every ounce of love, grief, and stubborn devotion an ordinary one might.
Somewhere beneath an unremarkable coffee shop, a room full of photographs is still waiting for its last few empty spaces to fill. Turn back to the beginning, if you dare, and watch a man become his own origin, one impossible, aching, beautiful chapter at a time.