we are drowning in information and starving for knowledge.
You know, I've been trying to pinpoint this mood I've been in since school started. And I just realized it. Perhaps, like One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest, I've lost myself in the fog. I've gotten so caught up in my silence and my diligence and the routine of it, that I haven't felt a single thing from 9-4:15 for the past two weeks. And being lost in the fog, just like Chief Bromden, I realize it is making me feel safe; in a strange way, it is making me feel free.
Or perhaps I just don't fit in anymore. The school is empty with the faces of people I don't recognise.
In either case, I'm not writing much right now. And so here I am. When you have no journal to keep track of your story, you have no memory to mourn for your loss. I guess people have other ways. It's just that I don't.
Oh. And finally, NEWS UPDATE:Army of nerds multiplies. Karen realizes that she doesn't really fit when she tells them about that little bird the budgy, and they don't care that its official name is "budgerigar". But she still stays. She puts up with it because they amuse her and, in the fog, she no longer cares for anything complex.
Except for a few hours every night at home, on the phone. Somehow, that complexity is perfect. That is the only time I really care to come out of the fog.
This is going to be an amazing year. Ridiculous, but amazing.