Look at a year.
Look at two years.
How times have changed.
How they will continue to change.
I look in the mirror and see a stranger, someone I don't recognize, someone I've never seen before. I see pictures that I know are of me, and wonder who it is. How can someone look so much the same, and so very different? I notice the biggest changes about the eyes. They're older now, they've grown tired and seen things they never wanted to. There's a sadness there, a deep sadness that can't be disguised anymore...
Logic makes a lousy painkiller. But nevertheless, my rational brain is learning that some of these changes are actually for th