A Nod To My Vanishing Thirties

In an entry I made to Instagram ten years ago today, I wrote a borderline melodramatic paragraph about turning thirty. “10,905 days. 1564 weeks. 30 years,” it began. Marking the granular details of the passage of time felt appropriate, and honestly, I still don’t think it’s a bad idea ten years later. The image I chose for the post showed the corner of a building that I liked at the time. To the…