it seems increasingly to me that the route to any goal, the path to any end, is simply in the passage of time. clearly, one must sustain oneself in the moment, but recognizing the moment seems synonymous with recognizing the passage of time, and for me, it is concurrent with a running consciousness of my personal growth.

that said, halloween found me knocked up (false) and dancing my ass off (genuine).



i am young and fierce and unnecessary.
it is a good night.