i've been noticing a profound difference in myself over the past few years. aging does happen slowly, imperceptibly, but it always happens suddenly, the shift into a new awareness of life and myself. an awareness that includes looking back at what i was.
i just got back from spain, visiting a friend there. i keep telling people, believing myself to be oh so clever, that traveling hasn't quite set me free from answer-seeking just yet; nothing achingly grandiose and hidden from me has been revealed
