There is no other way to put it. I am sitting in my university cafeteria, earphoned up and having a major I-don’t-care-who-sees-me-mouthing-lyrics-and-head/foot/waist-dancing-to-new-music freak out. ASKDHIADFHGKHA:SKHFDGJA! I cannot even begin to describe it, it’s just utter amazing pleasure euphoria explosion hollering happiness of sound and I just want to redo last night so badly………………
I feel like I have so many things to write about but the excitement is still too fresh, and I am unable to focus on any one part (some mixture of Gestalt and Dionysian behaviour happening here, and do not care).
While discussing a pivotal character in Lolita, the classroom reached a record low and an it’s-all-worth-it-though high!
Student: Charlotte Haze was probably a MILF.
Other Students: [Cringe or laugh… mostly cringe]
Professor: Wait… what? What’s this from?
Room: [is full of crickets]
Reluctant Student: Well, it’s an acronym… for ‘Mom I’d like to—’
Professor: OHHHHHHH! I’m going to write this down! ‘MILF’…….well, I thought it ended with ‘PH’!
Next to the woods, the air smells like you. When I was here last month, you visited in the middle of the night; a ghost in the wee early hours. There was no sign of you by morning.
I am waiting for your first, sparkling blanket to come. Please, snow soon.
