it's my birthday! started out windy dark snowing hard. now the sun is out. i wonder what it was like the day i was born? i think mom told me but i've forgotten.
in the book Americanah, which i read recently and liked very much, there's a sentence about how Lagos doesn't revere old buildings as other countries (USA, GB) do, but just tears them down to build something new, and that is because Britain, USA, etc see there best as in the past, whereas Lagos sees their best as yet to come.
in terms of my birthday, something to think about. how much am i revering the past, how much letting it go as i look forward to the future?