we are, we are mature children
- "Whisper to a Scream (birds fly)", Icicle Works (1983)
We all come into the world in roughly the same fashion. We arrive full of the gunk and gore of our first temporarily leased homes. Truth be told, at passing glance we all look about the same in those first wrinkly roasted peanut pics. Yet, somehow the human mind has the capacity to detect the differences between them, even to the point of selecting which is a match of the adults we see every day, whether it's by instinct or simply a truth hidden within the eyes. Though things change with time, certain characteristics that once existed have a tendency of maintaining in their way. To all that exists, a pentimento bleeds through.
(82)
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