wondering, as I read new, and renew old reads — how it is that everything changes, yet seems that so much remains the same. new pavement that goes the same places. new game boards with the same old pieces. as though we recycle scripts, not always the best ones.

you don’t have to care about what is supposed to be done, after you made enough work, and lived enough life. fads are for those still forming themselves. fashion is for those who haven’t a thought of what to, or where.