❡ Las tecas de Pies sin Medias ❦

"We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another, unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, affix us in the present. We are made of layers, cells, constellations."