Aug 19, 2004 19:52
Sometimes, when I talk, the things that I say don't sound like my own words. They hang in the air awkwardly. Nobody else seems to notice.
The heat has become so thick you can taste it. It lays heavy and still over our school so that you can't step outside without breaking a sweat. The parking lot is brutal.
Everything at Chiles is concrete and brick, meeting at ninety degree angles. Even the shadows have an unnatural precision to them.
This week was a complete blur. Like everything is existing on a channel I'm not quite tuned into. It's been like this for a while and I can't seem to break it.
Maybe I don't cope well with changes.
Maybe I completely suck at this closure business that Nasi talks about.