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It’s the last night of August and I can feel summer’s end. I think I’m ready for this one to; my liver and sleep could use a reset. It’s been a strange final week, travel and romantic encounters and change. I guess there really was time left to fall in love before school started.
I have been ripping through the Manbooker longlist. I’ve read 5/13 so far and my favorite continues to be Endling. I need to start reading for class again, so that might dip into my longlist progress, but at least I’m spending significantly less time playing video games.
Anyway, been feeling the tug of absolute pessimism in the current state of being. It doesn’t feel like the current is strong, but I keep encountering it. It’s weird to feel infatuated with someone again, after so long without, and it’s weird how it blurs my ability to think critically. The difficulties of the world get a little dimmer and I feel that spinning desire loading in my chest again. It makes the pessimism even quieter.
Still thinking about data fusion, still reading about privacy law, still sending emails. And I started to reread House of Leaves again. Strange times. September next.
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