Traces of Life

The traces of our life here will lie still, dreaming, like an abandoned RV, and the last men will look to them for explanations, or apologies.

Adapted from a quote by Tim Cahill 

Growth

“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.” 
― Anaïs Nin