Tread Softly

In my nightmares, I'm often naked. That isn't the nightmare though. The nightmare is that even though I'm naked, nobody will pay attention to me.

As of today, my hair is the longest it's ever been.

It's also grown to this length in the shortest ever time - just two years, and has never been dyed, styled, straightened, blow-dried, or anything else.

I'm now asking myself, what next?

It's when I listen to the music I grew up on that I remember the past clearest.

I find myself asking, what changed? Why is it now that I can look back? What does that say?

For some questions, there are no answers. It is enough that we were able to ask.

Intellectual things will go here, eventually.