“We Do Not Grow Absolutely, Chronologically. We Grow Sometimes In One Dimension, And Not In Another; Unevenly.”

We do not grow whole, that is a lie.

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.

We do not grow whole, that is a lie.

Falsely yours,
Anais Nin