So John and I found this really funny flyer in a parking lot for a grill artist, and it features a picture of a lovely young woman with all this very permanent-looking stuff upon and between her teeth. Cultural relativity be damned. There is something morbid about embedding stuff in your teeth. To me, this is an acknowledgement of looming death. You only get one set of adult teeth, with a precious layer of enamel and vulnerable tooth pulp beneath. Why would you intentionally damage them? Does that not admit the reality of your own temporality? I guess that's what makes edginess cool. There is definitely beauty in fearlessness and in the willingness to commit to something to the end, even if it's something stupid.

I'm tired of temporality. I'm tired of being so aware of the ebb and flow, the basic instability of life as I watch the temps come and go. Yes, there is hopefulness and freshness, but there's also just a lot of shifting ground. I guess I should find ways of making myself more comfortable with the constant change of life, but lately it just feels like I'm in a big hourglass.