This is a stanza of a song I like at the moment:
She is the fractured one sewn
From sums of fractured time
Her heart speaks a fractured tongue
Her life is fractured design
(from Babelonia, by School of Seven Bells)
Right now I feel like I'm simultaneously looking forward, trying to figure out the future, thinking over the last few years and processing how I've grown and changed, and trying to keep the present together and get everything DONE. I don't always know how to organize my energy or where to focus.
Also, midterms mean that hordes of undergrads have invaded my library. They are loud. I want to hit them. The stress levels of everyone I encounter are astronomically high. Sorting out what is my stress and what is their stress is draining. Everyone feels uncertain.
I'm ready for break.
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