the dog days of summer are in full effect, and it seems that the world outside my window is moving extra slow from having to cut through the humidity that won’t fall from the sky, no matter how hard i try to coax it down with my mind. it’s hot outside. so hot that i think i could probably fry an egg, although i’m not going to buy a carton of eggs just to test that theory.
i’m still in love, and i still love records, although the two feelings are usually kept separate. in the instances where they are equal, well, i try to keep that to myself.
it’s during the slugishness of summer that i realize i am not the person i want to be. i need to read more, write more, meditate more. i need to study even though i am far removed from that ivory tower. i need to take less for granted.
