Day 2 of Hell Week Nearly Finished

[raelanenillusia]

Phew, taking a break between papers. I am once again buried in the Grad library, and I can look out the windows at other soulds buried alive within it's brick walls. This place is like a well-lit tomb, where once energetic and vivid souls are reduced to grey, beige and a dirty yellow under glaring overhead lights. Each study carrel and table

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[mender_of_soles]

I happen to like A and H.

I can see my brain tumbling down a street, caught up in the wind.

As for the buried alive paranoia, it's right up there with my fear of falling off tall buildings and landing with a splat (a very gooey one at that). No, no need to thank me for the visuals.

[the_aram]

A is from a Bob Dylan song called Buckets of Rain. random fact.

[raelanenillusia]

Hey, good to know, since both Helen and I liked that bit of lyric ^_^