Eyes of storms.
A lot has happened in the past few days. Worked hard on a philosophy paper that I am proud of, attended Katie's birthday party with attentiveness, completed her birthday present which was the product of a week's work, went to see Thank You For Smoking with her and Mr. Bad, had an interesting discussion with select members of the Madhouse as well as Jack X-man about the nature of morality and its relationship to culture, been reading an interesting book called The Dictionary of the Khazars, went into Cambridge yesterday to interview at ITA software for a summer internship, at dinner with Zach, Piotr, and my sister in which we discussed our moral obligation or lack thereof to diet for the sake of our mistreated chicken brethren, then coming back too late to do the work I needed to do for my class in 40 minutes to pass out and wake in time for breakfast with Joshua the Poet who indulged me as I spoke in a broad arc swirling past economics into psychology and back again...
...and then now, I just took a nap, and though I haven't done any serious work for at least a day I feel exhausted. I am detached from the world. I am empty of thoughts, but instead just senses the opening and closing of doors in the hallway, and the faint music pumped from the frat house across the lawns and around the dorms and through the thick glass of my closed window. At the top of my brain there is a throbbing something, a will to action and worrisome calculator of impending obligation that is compressed and suppressed in an iron box suspended over the void. In minutes it will burst, flow out again, fill me.
Oh, there it is. oh crap. Back out into the storm.