Aug 14, 2007 16:17
8:23
It is a calm and quite so extreme it would seem to eat me alive, except I can't decide if I'm going mad or enjoying myself far more than usual.
With the absence of television, internet, and just general modern distraction I wonder what people do with fourteen or so hours a day -well work obviously, to some degree.
Perhaps I should buy a book, it might be good for me. I cannot go to the library yet as I do not have proof of my existence though the debt to state or institution.
9:10
The silence is strange, because it is not true, there is that urban hum, what you would expect to be an air conditioning system but you can't seem to isolate the direction it is coming from, it is too clean, just forced air, no distinguishing motor functions to isolate it. It doesn't seem right being only half a block from Lake Shore Drive and two blocks from the train, there should be more noise, not wind through thick old trees, wind chimes and birds. Hustle, bustle, unwavering blind drive toward obtaining more, more but it would be wrong to complain, I will gladly accept this quite and clam hidden amongst the rush.
Q&A with the nameless.
Q:Why is it when I fuck up it is so much worse than other people?
A:You're too smart to make simple mistakes..
There is no comfort in that answer.
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