Transformation

In the end, maybe good friends and lovers are prompt engineers of the soul (forgive me for the AI metaphor). They suggest edits, and if we are willing to be warmed, rewoven, occasionally melted, the program of us runs cleaner, closer to what we hoped when we first began to write ourselves into being.

Who we choose to orbit defines, over time, the texture and colour palette of our becoming.

people have been the most transformative engine for becoming I’ve ever known.