Wednesday, 8 June 2011

just a thought...

or rather: a few beautiful words.

"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, constellations." ~ Anais Nin.

I don't think deciphering those constellations will ever be a task complete but oh, I am trying.

What an image.


  1. I love how you took this quote. The idea of being made up of constellations is amazing