that’s what i feel like the inside of my head would look like.
the abstract or whatever.
riding the momentum of the semester.
thinking about papers i want to write.
how poor i am and how i don’t give a shit.
happy just to take my walks
tiny notebook tucked away, of course.
i might have said before that i’m closer to the person i’ve always wanted to be here than i ever could have been in l.a.
it’s been an amazing year.
and the elation of what i feel.
at being here.
at being who i am here.
and the fear
and the insecurities
it’s all running through me.
the writer and thinker.
an intense few days.
profound growing pains
born of a profound year.