The Older Self "They say age is a tether, but I walked toward the fire. Duty became patience, labor became craft. I did not shed the burden—I shaped it. Yet I feel him—his hands at the mask, his eyes searching for what I left behind. His toil gave me this freedom, his sacrifice built my ground. But these hands were once his, and the weight I carry is not so different. If he takes the mask—will I vanish? Or will he finally see what I have made?"
Response 1
🐾🐾🐾🐾🐾
Response 2
You can pick your friends and you can pick your nose, but you can't pick your friends' noses.
Response 3
Isn't a beard, like a mask?
Revision
Time is relative. Aging is a process. We exist as young, old, or present self, but reflection is a bridge across them all.
Material
Wood
Region
isle
Adornments
Asymmetry
Bond
Trees of Time