It’s Wednesday already. And, even more strangely, it’s also February. I feel as if I never quite got the reigns on January and it’s run off without me. What really gets me is when I start thinking about it like, “January of 2010 is already over… We’re a twelfth of the way through the year. Oh how time passes at such a clipping pace.”
Well, that’s the nature of time, I guess. I’m also getting to the halfway point of my college career. Four years isn’t such a long time, after all. Elementary school definitely distinguishes itself in my memory as going on for ages and ages. Our grading terms were broken down into 6-week stretches, with 6 of them in total. For a kid that’s basically infinity. Then I’m thinking about Russia, how I’ve probably been gone from there for nearly 6 weeks, and that’s already becoming a historical artifact in my mind. It makes me sad to think of it, but what can I do?
Experience quite possibly is one of the weirdest aspects of this whole big whatever (we’ll call it existence for simplicity’s sake), and I don’t really know how to make sense of it. But, here I am, listening to the cello over internet radio, thinking it’s quite a lovely thing to be able to do, and so I’ll just enjoy it.
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