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This morning, in the rain and the wind and the traffic, I watched a guy skateboard up science hill carrying an open white umbrella. His backpack was underneath his jacket. Somehow this struck me as very absurd and wonderful, and I've been smiling about it all day.
Have you ever noticed the grim look of defiance on the face of someone carrying an inside-out umbrella? The wind has won already, the person is being drenched now that his umbrella is broken, and yet he carries it anyway, too stubborn to admit defeat. People really are quite fascinating.
I've had a totally inexplicable gut feeling recently, and it won't go away. I feel like I'm supposed to be in Spain right now. For example, walking through cross campus yesterday, I could have sworn that I took at least five steps on the cobblestone streets of Salamanca. The smell, the atmosphere, and the mindset were all there too. Then I saw the Noah Porter gate and snapped back to Yale. This has been going on for several days now, and I don't know why -- I haven't been speaking to anyone in Spain lately, haven't really thought about much apart from classes and Life At Yale, so naturally I'm a bit confused. The only logical explanation I can come up with is that I'm overtired and underslept (too many all-nighters lately) and on the verge of hallucinations ... and that's not good either.
Have you ever noticed the grim look of defiance on the face of someone carrying an inside-out umbrella? The wind has won already, the person is being drenched now that his umbrella is broken, and yet he carries it anyway, too stubborn to admit defeat. People really are quite fascinating.
I've had a totally inexplicable gut feeling recently, and it won't go away. I feel like I'm supposed to be in Spain right now. For example, walking through cross campus yesterday, I could have sworn that I took at least five steps on the cobblestone streets of Salamanca. The smell, the atmosphere, and the mindset were all there too. Then I saw the Noah Porter gate and snapped back to Yale. This has been going on for several days now, and I don't know why -- I haven't been speaking to anyone in Spain lately, haven't really thought about much apart from classes and Life At Yale, so naturally I'm a bit confused. The only logical explanation I can come up with is that I'm overtired and underslept (too many all-nighters lately) and on the verge of hallucinations ... and that's not good either.