May either be the general passage of time or my own personal aging that make me extraordinary susceptible to noticing the changing circumstances that surround us all on any given day, the occasionally raucous or more often subtle differences that avail the globe we inhabit at seeming every turning.
Tedium was once a bind, but would now be reassuring, as familiarity dissipates from a world lacking any points of steadfastness conducive to continued human accent.
