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A very gray week. Supposedly four days long, but I've been mistaking today for Thursday when, in theory, I should be mistaking it for Tuesday. The way time passes is something I've yet to get a grasp on. The harder I push this semester to hurry up and end, the harder it seems to grind down its heels.
The shooting at Virginia Tech is a very unsettling tragedy. Amongst so many tragedies, how do we cope? How do we remain sensitive without expanding too much energy on grief? Every day has broad emotional possibilities, and most days I feel stuck on the wrong end of the spectrum. Most days it's hard, I'll admit, to get out of bed optimistically.
one of Lorca's best lines
is,
"agony, always
agony ..."
think of this when you
kill a
cockroach or
pick up a razor to
shave
or awaken in the morning
to
face the
sun.
- Charles Bukowski
There is no reason in sadness. I wish that were enough to dismiss it.
The shooting at Virginia Tech is a very unsettling tragedy. Amongst so many tragedies, how do we cope? How do we remain sensitive without expanding too much energy on grief? Every day has broad emotional possibilities, and most days I feel stuck on the wrong end of the spectrum. Most days it's hard, I'll admit, to get out of bed optimistically.
one of Lorca's best lines
is,
"agony, always
agony ..."
think of this when you
kill a
cockroach or
pick up a razor to
shave
or awaken in the morning
to
face the
sun.
- Charles Bukowski
There is no reason in sadness. I wish that were enough to dismiss it.