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School has been strange lately. The few things that I found solice in have recently seemed to slip away. Or perhaps friday was just a strange day. Back to basics i suppose, when qoutes from Fight Club take so much more meaning. And, you see the word "ambiguity" in a whole new light. Everything kind of stands in a pivot, and could fall either way. A meadow lays at my feet, and yet the threat of fire erupts from my cerebellum. Perhaps I am to just turn my gaze towards the mountains, perhaps to the sea. The storm looms over, I am to be soaked. Fuck it. Forth Eorlingas!