at some point
in the past day there was a certain amount of melancholy. a kind of intensity that i'm only used to from some other time. or maybe i'm lying. or maybe it always seems foriegn and familiar every time i touch it. i wonder what it will be like to be back in school. there is a lot of touching of sadness that happens in any given day. there is a kind of fear that comes out when people are no longer actively responding to crises that has a way of ricocheting around a room very fast when one person lets it go. there are ways sounds of mourning swell in a room as echoes when people are not austensibly mourning.