Journal Log #WhoKnowsWhat
Ehem. Journal Log Entry #16.07.01
I find myself in a space with decidedly moderate lighting, moderate but -drat it- notably cold ventilation, with a pleasant side-affect: the whirring is consistent enough and quiet enough to suffic- provide what is coined, ‘background noise’ to a well-done degree.
How has my day been going? Some may ask.
I ventured out of my room.
Into the library.
And feel exposed to..space. There’s so much of it; it should compress itself more, dastardly thing. *grumbles* Be less free with oneself, comport itself with greater dignity, for goodness sake. If not for the palpable chill…I would not hesitate to describe it, as, -gasp-: loose. Loose.
Moving on, I’m studying and this is a very -self-oriented post. I feel distinctly human, and not in the usual emotional-spiritual-enlightening-or-wrenching way, either. Feeling pathetic (but only slightly, which means I’m only disgusted with myself),
P.S: Some nibbles for your hearts, souls, minds – things you probably already know (but it doesn’t hurt to be reminded, sometimes; or, well. Things you knew subconsciously but couldn’t give a name for- not quite. But you knew.)
An album (?) of good points: