tiny asterism

(d)evolving

i’m hanging outside on my back deck watching the rain roll in, listening to whatever the youtube algorithm plays next.

i've been thinking about the subtle ways i've changed over time. i wonder if younger me and now me would recognize each other. i think i've grown a lot and probably regressed, for lack of a better word, in others.

but i keep showing up to the (often digital) page and that's something i like about both versions of me.