Hard Earth
A new way of life flashes before my eyes like a newly squeezed lightning bolt from an anxious cloud. So this is it. This is living. I can't really tell if I'm awake; but it seems real enough. Sometimes I don't think I've ever lived but then the cynical little spiders escape from my head and fall to hard earth. Hard earth: that's reality. When all you've been walking on for so long is limping sod, a little hard earth could do one some good. Moving on. Coming to Manhattan School of Music is turning out to be the weirdest, most frightful and supremely exciting experience of my life. I know this may sound lame and atypical, but, I don't feel like I'm at "college". When my loved ones left I felt like a slightly older and wiser but still little boy being abandoned in a larger super-market. This'll take some getting used to, more so than anything before. Do I believe I can do it? I really hope I do. I'm not in the mood for harping on specifics. Moving along. End of first night.