In regards to…
today, i awoke with a feeling so dim and desolate i thought i could’ve been a character in any short story of Edgar Allen Poe. i learned a few things: people in coffee shops are growing increasingly ignorant and nosy, the earlier you write papers the better they tend to be, the application of constant pressure on oneself is detrimental, and i don’t care for matches or any other implements that can be used to create fire.
right now, an hour before i retire to my down comforter, i feel: anxious, as though i have lost all methods of concentration, a bit of spite towards the unknown, false hope, and lastly indifferent to the opinion of people.
my clock regulates my thoughts- how kim jong il of me. wake me up when the world knows how to say, “I love you,” opposed to “i luv u”.
just as a post script: i’d really enjoy finding someone who would also be willing to blog on enfin, or even go on a few photography expeditions. let me know! xx.