i'd really love to write a diatribe about how much injustice there is in this world, in our society, even in our city. i'd love to write about closed-minded people and lack of a true forum of debate.
i'd love to point these things out and make it mean something, make it make sense but i'm too worn out by it.
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the other night, i got scared. not fear, really. more of a mild panic followed by sullenness and elements of depression. i was heading east and i noticed winter clouds, the ones high up, covering the sky in front of me. i'm not ready for being cold. i'm not ready for shivering and being wet and miserable. i love the warmth, even though i've been wishing for it to go away, waiting for it.
years don't stop. but spring seems really far away.
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it might rain today and so i rode the rain bike. i've been riding the fixed gear and loving it: it fits me very well, and is a pleasure to ride. but today, the rain bike. which is a great bike. but after i got to school, my left hand had arthritic pain. i'm sort of prone to it, but it's been a year maybe since i've had it. maybe it's just the weather.
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history sucks. sorrow is a sage.
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