19.08.21

19.08.21

A cool day out at the lake with family and my favourite shoes, but there’s a chill in the air. It must be Thursday.

24.09.21

Miles: When will I know I’m ready?

Peter B: You won’t. It’s a leap of faith.

Still a bit of a mess, but that’s okay. I did what I needed to do, meaning I finished my English assignment, went to my linguistics class, and took a nap. I’ve got a lot planned for studying over the weekend, but I deserved a break today.

Peter B: How do I know I’m not gonna mess it up again?

Miles: You won’t.

Peter B: Right. It’s a leap of faith.

13.08.21

Well, technically the 14th since I got up at 2am. Pictured above are Cassiopeia, Perseus, probably part of Andromeda, Triangulum, and part of Auriga. Listened to Claire de Lune; Moonlight Sonata (1st Movement); Tchaikovsky: Swan Lake, Op. 20, Act 2: Scene (Moderato); Nocturne No. 2 in E-Flat Major; Near Light; Gymnopédie No. 1; and the episode entitled Capacity for Wonder in John Green’s The Anthropocene Reviewed. In the hour that I was out, I saw at least 42 meteors: a number obtained through a bit of selective counting. At one point I just stopped to take it all in.

“That, then, is loveliness, we said,/ Children in wonder watching the stars,/ Is the aim at the end.” —Dylan Thomas, Being But Men

just completed a task i willingly started. i cannot keep living like this

23.08.21

“What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it. That doesn't happen much, though.” —The Catcher in the Rye, J.D Salinger

I love CrashCourse and Vlogbrothers, but—as I’m not a fan of non-sci-fi-fantasy-adventure fiction—this is the first novel of John Green’s I’ve read. It may end up being the only one, but it holds a special place in my heart. “Sycamore Trees” and “Capacity for Wonder” are my favourites, but it’s beyond that. This book bleeds humanity. It keeps me afloat on bad days. It reminds me that we’re not alone. This book means everything to me. I give John Green, as a human being, 5 stars.

Ok… 6 stars.

Not to be furiously antimodern but like. Existence has meaning