Postponement
Going back down to BMC tomorrow. Happy, this. I wonder, though: when I dream about BMC it generally means it is almost time to go back there. And last night I dreamed (in part) about concentration camps with roses. I desperately hope that this does not mean that a concentration camp will be one of my reoccuring dream-places from now on...it was not a nightmare per se, but with a dream set in a concentration camp I fail to see how it could be otherwise.
And after that short ramble, here is the meat of this entry. I have decided to indefinitely postpone my series of essays "inaccuracy" on this journal. As a few things that I stated in the parts I already did have, or are beginning to, change drastically. I don't know if this is good or not. I am slightly scared. It's fascinating but that doesn't mean much, as I find blades of grass to be fascinating.
And I poke at Sei Shonagon to answer her email.
And after that short ramble, here is the meat of this entry. I have decided to indefinitely postpone my series of essays "inaccuracy" on this journal. As a few things that I stated in the parts I already did have, or are beginning to, change drastically. I don't know if this is good or not. I am slightly scared. It's fascinating but that doesn't mean much, as I find blades of grass to be fascinating.
And I poke at Sei Shonagon to answer her email.