Friday, October 27, 2006
so a friend called me this evening to tell me how abstruse, emotionally disconnected and generally impossible i am becoming. (in every person's life there must be a handful of unstoppable truth tellers to do this brand of prickly work). how do our reflections in the mirror alter so drastically over the years without us even noticing. we start out with sweet baby curves, like peaches or peas, and grow into gnarled knobbly turnips.