In the stacks

Such a monotonous routine, in my eyes. Sitting here, amongst a plethora of strangers, as we all scramble to cram as much information as possible in hopes of refuting it all come the next testing period. Surely, this determination is noteworthy, and I am thankful beyond words to have this opportunity; however, as I step out of the bubble, it also makes me laugh how everything seems so cyclical, routinely... patterned?

My mind is all over the place.

... and I don't know what I want.


Back to Los Angeles, tomorrow, for a bit - and jumping back into my old routine if only for 2 days.


A part of me feels almost silly to return for the weekend; as if everything down there is slowly being packaged into a little box labeled "the past," only seconds away from being shelved away. I feel like i may have been moving backwards...

no worry



Time to start running towards something, anything, up here.

Ready. Set. Go!


Soon, so soon.
-Mon