"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."
Tuesday, August 5, 2008
as for my little sister, I know you were here, just could feel it...i could see your pink pyjamas through the trees, comme on love ! breakfast is ready !!! i'm looking for a pink cup for you... helena, join us, what colour would you like ?