my own epiphany
i had the most amazing evening at the library. weird. i know.
but i was reading james joyce. then i read one decent short story. and then another from the new yorker. and it was amazing. somehow it just struck a chord with me. even though it was about an old polish man, it was just wondeful. the writing, the imagery, the story. all of it.
then i worked hard core on my south africa app. and listened to damien rice. followed by ben jelen. i dunno.
after all of the talk of the "epiphanies" in james joyce's DUBLINERS, i felt like i had my own mini one. and then i realized what a dork i was. then it started thunderstorming and on the third floor of the library i could hear it on the roof.
at about 11:45 i walked back from the library with fog still lingering in the air. it seemed to rise out of the well lit, stoic, brick buildings on campus. i stopped mid puddle and just looked around. it was a moment of some kind. i think if anyone had walked by they would have probably thought i was crazy. but i didn't really care. it was worth it. i wandered my way home and it was like i really wasn't at or in depauw. i was in my own little world for 5 mintues. unexplainable and priceless. not to mention strangely beautiful. i suddenly feel the biggest hippie. i'm treated like one here that's for sure. in media law today, i was referred to by a classmate as "that liberal." fuck you. i know it's hard someone may believe in something different than you, but welcome to the world. people do. so crawl out of your ass and look around.
i feel warm and gushy inside and very tired. it feels a night perfect to cuddle up next to someone else. just the feeling of arms around you. sigh. i need to stop thinking so hard.
(apologizing for the rambling).
but i was reading james joyce. then i read one decent short story. and then another from the new yorker. and it was amazing. somehow it just struck a chord with me. even though it was about an old polish man, it was just wondeful. the writing, the imagery, the story. all of it.
then i worked hard core on my south africa app. and listened to damien rice. followed by ben jelen. i dunno.
after all of the talk of the "epiphanies" in james joyce's DUBLINERS, i felt like i had my own mini one. and then i realized what a dork i was. then it started thunderstorming and on the third floor of the library i could hear it on the roof.
at about 11:45 i walked back from the library with fog still lingering in the air. it seemed to rise out of the well lit, stoic, brick buildings on campus. i stopped mid puddle and just looked around. it was a moment of some kind. i think if anyone had walked by they would have probably thought i was crazy. but i didn't really care. it was worth it. i wandered my way home and it was like i really wasn't at or in depauw. i was in my own little world for 5 mintues. unexplainable and priceless. not to mention strangely beautiful. i suddenly feel the biggest hippie. i'm treated like one here that's for sure. in media law today, i was referred to by a classmate as "that liberal." fuck you. i know it's hard someone may believe in something different than you, but welcome to the world. people do. so crawl out of your ass and look around.
i feel warm and gushy inside and very tired. it feels a night perfect to cuddle up next to someone else. just the feeling of arms around you. sigh. i need to stop thinking so hard.
(apologizing for the rambling).