The Girl with Long Hair
You change as the world changes. You feel as if you are running a race, a never-ending marathon up and down impossibly tall mountains. You try to slow down to catch your breath. Sometimes you want to stop. There is no stopping. The change continues, like a ball rolling down a hill, hurtling over everything in its path, changing direction without warning, propelled by its own inertia. You become a ball too, pulled along by your own relentless inertia. For better or for worse, you change.
