I have had to jump over an eight foot chasm to get to my apartment for the last two days. Something with jackhammers deep under my street. They start as early as they can, I think.

And there they go again.

Since classes started, I haven't really been reading many books. I've normally at least two I'm working on at any given time, school or no. Right now I'm just on a reread of Breakfast of Champions, which would likely rank second in my favorites by KVJ.

Something about the sentiment from Cormac McCarthy's The Road about referring to people who still clung to a shuddering remain of their humanity as 'carrying the fire.' Those ideas are things I aspire to. To make my insides beautiful in spite of my circumstances, and to try to carry the fire.

But I spend so much of my time disliking things. Should really work on my outlook.