Vicissitude
On the nature of change… not to short-change it, you can hear the change rattling in your pocket, your wallet, your heart.
I accept that nothing will stay the same, I accept that growth is mighty and right and part of life. Nothing stagnant here, never fear! Yet what is constant that cannot be next?
My songs, my tales, my little tastes and treasures, they reshape and refine and expand and retract, but they remind me I am still the tower of strength with a straggletag princess running around inside.
The Repressions 