Late night stroll

2006-11-17T17:28:00.000-08:00

So I took a stroll down the alley north of the library, wishing for familiar faces. There are a few souls inside, heads down on books, notes and whatnot... So much for the friday night, and not one of them looks even remotely familiar. Even my reflection on the puddles here and there looks somewhat alienating. It is not quite the hour for familiarity it seems, or it is just the fact that every inch of me belongs a few hours into the future, to the following morning. A little "time-heterogeneity" would not hurt anyone - after all, life is not quite Markovian and yes, I know I should first pass a course before messing around with its curriculum.

Then there is the burden of things that really do not belong to me at all - like that second piece of toast I very much ordered for you, or that second pint of coffee...

I should have noted the rest down. My memory never ceases to amaze me with its volatility - partly because I always end up forgetting about it.

So it follows

2006-11-12T10:21:00.000-08:00

I'm still very much lurking on trial grounds, I have to admit. Whatever the reason may be, whether it is the fact that it is becoming increasingly and painfully common for the words to fail me, or maybe I'm just getting more slothy by the day - my typing fingers already feel rusty...

OK, I guess there appears to be no escape from this - this first proper post of mine is destined to be a whine of the most squeaky kind that I can't craft a proper post in the very first place. Call it ironic - and it is the only irony I really feel like making for the time being.

One tough endeavor this third deployment will be, I say.

STRKFITRON FIVE-SEVEN

Late night stroll

So it follows