let that soak in for a minute.
yeah.
the experience of time never ceases to confuse me.
Classes are fine, life is good. I am tired the vast majority of the time, but I suppose the feeling can't last too much longer (say, a year and a half?). This last month or so has been filled with passenger trains, antique doorknobs, nissin original, pigment histories, collage, driving, standing, and waiting. waiting. waiting. I am in the school literary journal again this semester, which is pretty spiffy. Lots to do, not enough time. Oh, time...
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