it rained for a bit in the afternoon. i did not even realized it until i stepped out of ISIS into damp pavement. the air has a whiff of wet soil which to me smells like life (refer to Stravinsky's Firebird Suite in Fantasia 2000 and you'll understand why). absorbed in my current literature adventure. six chapters into Dorian Gray and already i feel disturbed. fear, fear of the humankind, of how twisted and corrupt one's soul could be. another good train read.
it rained again not long after. made up my mind to stay home tonight, decided to get involved in the cardboard fiasco which must turn into a working model of some imaginary contraption sis has designed, by TOMORROW. will be burning candle on both ends.
off to 7/11. V awaits.
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