Barnacles

Barnacles float freely in youth, following ebbs and flows as they will, touching down here and there until that fateful time they linger to enjoy scenery that turns out to be their permanent horizon.

So it is in our youth as we flit from moment to moment, only to find ourselves in a narrowing corridor of our own unconscious construction, looking back on doors that closed behind us that we hadn't known were there.

–James Mahoney