I found myself with a break between times, and the space therefore to spend it looking back. Reading my writing from almost a decade ago, it all seemed familiar – a little too familiar. The same kinds of questions, doubts, challenges, realisations. And that left me thinking:

Have I actually grown at all? Do we actually change? Develop? Move on? Or are we just taller from standing on the pile of dead questions, asking them over and over and littering the path with their lifeless offers? Are we between anything at all, or have we really just been here all along?