when it gets old, i feel young.

[molishka]

Hey, look at this one. I'm smiling, sitting on Queen Anne Hill, realizing that although its been rough and that it will continue to be rough and that other people may be able to help me and that one day I'll be able to help myself, and all that, well good god, this is a fucking beautiful place. Despite my disgust with the reality of the world, I am nonetheless so hopelessly devoted to making it better, to close that fucked up gap between the disgustingly rich and the poor. To allow everyone to have a good education, not just those fortunate enough to A) live in a place that has good public schools or B) afford to pay for a good private school. So that farmers can survive and the immigrants working for them to live off of that, be treated as real. To help the people in more modern countries understand the smiles of those in countries that are not as wealthy. The two places are so different, but not incompatible. Both have beautiful people. Embrace that.

Its been a beautiful week with my brother. He's so laid back and I can't help but relax around him. I took a week off of homework, studying ... when I did study it was so much easier.

Now I write a paper on a Saturday night and sit across the table from mi jaime, who looks kinda like Abraham Lincoln (not exactly, just kind of).

And it's just one of those days. I forget where I've been and I just have a vague idea of where I'm headed.

“I want so badly to believe that there is truth, that love is real; and I want life in every word to the extent that it’s absurd”