We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension and not in another, unevenly. We grow unevenly. We are relative. We 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.
- Anais Nin
- Anais Nin
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