….and there are nights. i don’t take care of myself half as well as i should, and i am less concerned about that, than makes good sense. the constant change, and the continual need for adaptation, grate. so i listen to old songs, not thinking of the things that were, but thinking of the things that might still be.
until again
…ramblings from the evenings before the mornings after
I like the new look! It’s really soothing!