Hey.
Remember what I told you three years ago around Christmas time? You probably don’t, and even if you did, it probably seemed like a passing remark to you at that time. I’ll never know whether or not you were serious when you echoed those words right back at me. But I hope you know that I meant what I said.
Maybe I still do.
Because I can’t seem to forget it.
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nodus tollens
n. the realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore—that although you thought you were following the arc of the story, you keep finding yourself immersed in passages you don’t understand, that don’t even seem to belong in the same genre—which requires you to go back and reread the chapters you had originally skimmed through to get to the good parts, only to learn that all along you were supposed to choose your own adventure.
"The oddest things hurt me. They get stuck in my head and replay over and over."
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I found this old sound memo from about three years ago, dated 12/2/10. Just a really short improvisation, I guess. Please excuse the poor quality, cheesy chord progression, and out-of-tune piano.
Makin’ my way downtown.
Power naps and coffee. Trying really hard to keep the panic at bay, but I seriously need to do well on this final.
So I’m actually pretty stressed out right now. I can feel the panic creeping up my chest and clogging my throat, and all I want to do is hide under my blanket and sleep.
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