Just another number to me, an insignificant ticking off of arbitary postion coordinates relative to a first breath and where the sun was when I sucked that virgin gasp of earthair. I'm grateful for my place in the stream of our species trajectory, but instead, I embrace a non-cyclic perspective of -20k days gained. Counting up, not back, not around. Never count around! I make no time for watch watching, and silly year motifs repel my expanding passion to annihilate a life-collection of bigot biases, including ageist conditioning. I don't believe in time anymore. Straight up, no smiley emojis here. Time is an rrelevant circle, and we're counting...why? But tomorrow, some will still use age to gauge a life, and count another spin on my tally. Others will instead wish me 20k+ more days of strength and acuity, of good sleep and more opportunities to pay it forward. I am here to reciprocate expression. I am art. I do graciously and eagerly embrace birthday love from you, because I know your sincerity and being remembered any day of the year is so appreciated. One day soon, we can hang out! Until then, live with good intent to un-collect bias, and smile for me right now. Your smile is an everyday present that costs nothing and gains everything. And thanks mom, for bringing me to earth to see and feel all this. #PeaceProsperShred #timeisabias #countup https://www.instagram.com/p/CFiY8bYnW0h/?igshid=1idwsr6bfaye4