writing with sparklers
i think i live in pockets of hope! short bursts of them, like sparklers. they always seem to go out too soon. the last time around, it only took a day to get me down and sinking.
it is a blind, bright sort of hope, the kind that is too pretty to shield your eyes from. it is adrenaline and conviction and young passion for change, the odd sort of excitement that used to drive productivity for CmPS, café, whatever else. it feels very much similar to the buzz of production; maybe its allure lies in the possibilities. most of all, i feel less helpless in general.
i feel only slightly deluded.
SYINC, or not?
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the sister just happily informed me of all the ridiculous things they make you do at 30-hour famine. i half-trust her, and then some. it isn't like i don't do ridiculous things regularly anyway. ah well this is not a very big dilemma since most of it isn't in my power. has RGS even started taking sign-ups?
it is a blind, bright sort of hope, the kind that is too pretty to shield your eyes from. it is adrenaline and conviction and young passion for change, the odd sort of excitement that used to drive productivity for CmPS, café, whatever else. it feels very much similar to the buzz of production; maybe its allure lies in the possibilities. most of all, i feel less helpless in general.
i feel only slightly deluded.
SYINC, or not?
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the sister just happily informed me of all the ridiculous things they make you do at 30-hour famine. i half-trust her, and then some. it isn't like i don't do ridiculous things regularly anyway. ah well this is not a very big dilemma since most of it isn't in my power. has RGS even started taking sign-ups?