Lately I have been wanting to feel different, though I am not completely sure what that means. Maybe it’s a manifestation of feeling like I have aged an entire century this past year. Perhaps it’s season inspired. Or perhaps it’s my insomnia that has made me a little crazier, a little more incoherent, ambiguous. Maybe there’s a real deep meaning to this. One of those that require deep introspection and reevaluation. Neither of which I have time for. Or, just maybe, letting my eyebrows grow out is a damn metaphor for everything I am feeling in my life. And by everything, I mean all that’s beautiful and crummy.