"Goodnight, the truth has come out: that everyone's needy."

I am reliving other times now. Reading old things. Old entries (not from this blog). I do this every summer. It's like my summer cleaning. Cleansing. Sorting through the years before and tidying up. Laughing, sneering, bowing my head in shame sometimes. Noticing differences. Changes. Big ones, little ones, gradual ones.

Maturity? In some ways, but not all.