There are very few cells in your body from seven years ago, they all died out and have since been replaced with a new crop. Are you the same person as the one from seven years ago? One year ago? One week ago? One minute ago? Nothing is permanent and the world keeps turning. One day you will lay down and I will sing sweet songs in your ear, and we shall dance with the dead and the living. -Rebirth All of my favorite art takes place in the autumn. Micron pen and prismacolor marker. Made while listening to Boards of Canada. The scanner ate most of the subtle colors and made this all grainy :( I really like Rebirth, he's a sweetie. A very morbid sweetie, but one nonetheless.