I could be bounded in a nutshell and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams
Hamlet
Thursday Jan 26 12:12am
All The Lives To Be
We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations.
