I'm growing hair on my chest. My sideburns are coming in. I'm feeling pretty docile the last week or so. Maybe humbled by what I've taken on? By accepting the next couple decades of learning ahead of me to master a craft? Maybe deeper, too. This constant sense I've had that nothing really changes, and that we're just going through costume changes over the same deeper nakedness which changes so slowly that you'd feel the Earth turn sooner than catch your skin lightening into wings. (Or nano... read more
