Presenting… done!

—Phew—

All done with my finals! This was a strenuous semester and I’m so relieved to go home!

haha!

Presenting… Gah!

I am ashamed that I sleep most of the day. I’ve been taught to believe that daylight begets productivity. I don’t think so. I’ve unintentionally taught myself to sleep most the day and be awake for the night.

I was dreaming of pyramids and hot sands. There was a song too. A woman’s voice being accompanied by a flute I think. I had some aerial view. Not like a bird, but as if I was rapidly floating while gazing below.

I smelled something horrible. Like chemical or gas. The song was broken by a loud siren. I woke and the smell became more pungent and the siren rang more harshly in my ears. It was coming from the outside hallway. I became incredibly frustrated; I wanted to throw something. I reached for my phone. 8 am. I went to bed only two hours before.

The heat was suffocating.

I couldn’t breathe under my sheets. I threw them away and realized I had nothing on but my skivvies. My irritation and frustration magnified. I have to wear CLOTHES!?! I threw something on and poked my head outside. My neighbor across the hallway poked his head out the door and stared back at me; his confusion met my annoyance. There was a fog in the hallway. I gathered my coat and keys.

After banging on the door of my friend who went to sleep relatively recently (7 am), we stood outside and watched a room billowing black smoke.

They brought out a ladder and he ran with it to the wrong side of the building. He was called back. They broke the window with the top of their ladder on purpose. The glass and pane fell on top of their face. It was comical how dumb the entire scene was. The smoke rushed out darker and in greater volume. A flame licked the bricks.

We stood and stood and stood in the cold. Then we sat in the warmth. Then we walked back upstairs. There was a vague smell of smoke and wood that was much like incense.

I dropped back into bed and woke at 4 pm.

Why wasn’t I thankful?

Presenting… tales

Samsara

Cupboards and refrigerator are very empty. I woke up and couldn’t fall asleep. I made some packaged oatmeal and it was so bland that I mixed in some pumpkin pie mix. Pretty okay. Didn’t finish it because it was only okay.

Winter is a lonely time.

Presenting… library has my soul

Why do people complain about being in libraries? I find it quite comforting. The books create these warm, worn walls. The dusty windows depict scenes of arrested moments that would have easily passed otherwise. Everything stops here. Time slows and the quiet is not disconcerting.

Everyone is quiet but their solitude is shared.

It is melancholy and heavy in a way that reminds me of

spider webs in attics with

sun streaming in

dust twirling in conical light.

Remember when Lucy fell into the closet and into the snow and into magic and into Narnia and into something that passed so quickly

and then fell out back to the same?

It’s like that.

Presenting… Snow Day!

The University makes proper decisions sometimes.

Glimpses of my snow day:

I opened the window a little bit because it was so hot inside my room. A really strong wind blew and knocked over a bottle of dried flowers I had sitting on a table.

Presenting…mmm Whatcha say!?

I almost slept for the entire day.

And I’m still tired now.

It’s okay, I’ll be okay after exams.

Seychelles, Morocco, Lebanon, Spain, Argentina.