Today, I submitted my first half finished assignment. Why? Because I am coming to terms with how acutely limited my aptitude with numbers is. Extremely limited. I can’t do numbers. I really want to, but I can’t.
And now I sit in a lecture, watching spectacular visions of post-human architecture in the dark landscape that is the future smart city. It’s beautiful, in a sad, depressing, inevitable sort of way.
Did I mention I am having bourbon from a flask? In my defense, I had forgotten I put it there.
I feel like writing a novel.
I have the feels, not the words.