Maybe I enjoy not-being as much as being who I am. Maybe it's time for me to practice growing old. The way I look at it, I'm passing through a phase: gradually I'm changing into a word. Whatever you choose to claim of me is always yours; nothing is truly mine except my name. I only borrowed this dust.
Stanley Kunitz (July 29, 1905 – May 14, 2006)
Photo Credit: Along The Rio Tomebamba Series II, Socrates Black, Digital Image, ©️2017.