it’s amazing how time just keeps going. or maybe it isn’t; the Earth’s angular momentum all but guarantees it. what’s amazing I suppose is how the lives of our tiny human selves ever feel important enough that time should stop for us. it never does, after all.
2010 comprised, for me, more transition than revelation, more solitude than attachment. the last year of my 20s and the first point in my life, I think, where I’ve felt the exact age that I am. I look at my students and am grateful for the years that have grown my prefrontal cortex. I look at the sky and am comforted by the inevitability of our orbit, our tilt, and our inertia.
happy new year.