Layers Of Life

Saltmarket Street, Glasgow

We do not grow absolutely, chronologically. We grow sometimes in one dimension, and not in another; unevenly. We grow partially. We are relative. We are mature in one realm, childish in another. The past, present, and future mingle and pull us backward, forward, or fix us in the present. We are made up of layers, cells, constellations. - Anaïs Nin

I went down to Saltmarket Street this morning. Saltmarket Street has sentimental value to me, my Grandfather Robert Roxburgh Paul was born and raised above one of the retail shops, in a small apartment.