Night monster… ^o^
Omnia mutantur, nihil inherit. ~ Ovid
(everything changes, nothing is truly lost.)
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 and constellations. ~ Anaïs Nin
Om nom nom… :}
Vladimir - my hero. ;)
Om nom nom… :}
