timshel
It still sometimes shocks me that after all of this, civilization and philosophy and the great expansion of knowledge, still the best thing any of us have is each other.
I finished reading East of Eden on Friday. It's funny how the days melt. That day soaked into the warm home of literature. I don't think I had one real thought all day. It's strange how a group of characters, symbols, written on many bound pages of ground up trees could steal us away, hold us there for a time inside our imagination, collective unconsious or whatever and then desert us, heartbroken, back into the real world.
I am applying to like 10 colleges and it is ridiculous.
I finished reading East of Eden on Friday. It's funny how the days melt. That day soaked into the warm home of literature. I don't think I had one real thought all day. It's strange how a group of characters, symbols, written on many bound pages of ground up trees could steal us away, hold us there for a time inside our imagination, collective unconsious or whatever and then desert us, heartbroken, back into the real world.
I am applying to like 10 colleges and it is ridiculous.