It is winter and it is well

The hours hinge into each other. I spent pretty much all of Statistics looking through the window. There's a tree in the courtyard, and yesterday morning it was snowing. Pale snow flaking pale thin branches. Like light breathing. Michelle and I read Murakami's "On Seeing the 100% Perfect Girl On a Beautiful April Morning." People … Continue reading It is winter and it is well

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What Are You Looking At?

Part of why I keep a diary is because writing is the antidote to forgetting. I'm terrified of loss, though I'll be the first to admit that trying to keep your memory is a bit like fighting a losing war. I don't remember what I ate for breakfast yesterday or when my next History exam … Continue reading What Are You Looking At?