“ Words, words, words! They shut one off from the universe. Three quarters of the time, one’s never in contact with things, only with the beastly words that stand for them."
— Aldous Huxley, Point Counter Point
The past week could have benefitted from walking around with this attached to my forehead. I really think that the depths of winter make people crazier than they'd like to admit to...logic is certainly discarded once we reach for our heavy coats ("no I absolutely cannot cross the quad to get to Dammann, that is too far") and I can't even begin to enumerate the amount of misconstrued conversations, there's no way the persistent cold weather drunken stupor is helping that either. As for me, I have taken to obnoxious amounts of black coffee, warm socks, and curling up under two down comforters.
I have also rediscovered my love for classical music (don't hate), especially Brahms.
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