Unending

[myutopian]

Here I am, listening to what is perhaps my favourite album of all time. Björk's Homogenic. I've had that cd since the latterness of high school (thanks, Vivi)... But today it sounds different. I know that it hasn't changed, but it's different. I've learned and destroyed and created and travelled and experienced and written and read and felt so much in the last year that it's shaped me perhaps more than the decade that preceeded it. And even still, there was a moment this past weekend - it wasn't a moment of clarity per se, but of understanding - where I realised that even still, my life has a certain level of insulation, protecting it from reality, from real life.

And I don't really know what to do about it.

So feel free to leave me words of wisdom. In the immediate present, I have to go study for exams. A few more of those, and I think my on again off again love affair with Carleton will be over. Science and programming is just too much of what I don't want right now.

However, my love affair with Björk will pick up come May 9.