has been a while sporadic self is back. really do think in reflective terms on a daily basis yet given self is not technologically inclined to dedicate to virtual dairy result is infrequent and seemingly skittish updates. nonetheless characteristic of self. hmmm.
coming to a withering finale is astonishingly third year uni. and all in war with time for love of you...indeed the tickings escape me. feel self infinately expanded by the day i am a new person it's all quite breathtaking and beautiful i wish it all to slow that i might suction all the essence of it every moment of awakening every shirt against my skin every smile every
ah i do have a tendancy to ramble
i think much of late of physical space. i direct result, i suppose, of being geography major. friends of late have decided to believe body is just a shell and that the true goal is to transcend to a state of physicallessness. i concur, my dear. the space around me in which my shell exists influences fertilizes shapes the very me of me. pretty or no, the straight concrete lines of my beloved city impart themselves upon me. the lurch of the elevator in my apartment, the tiles of my bathroom floor, the rumble of the bus home down a street straight and right angled. how disconcerting it would be not to see the CN Tower out my living room window as i check the weather in the morning. how odd the sensation if most of the steps i took did not fall upon solid concrete, sealed earth. this city moves through me, not i through it. all the pretty places and the ugly places. i cannot detach this shell this mind from it...
