I did attempt to write a post for my fifth blog anniversary, but I was flushing my words down the drain and I could not salvage my own undoing. And so my life since the last post: I counted traffic as my summer job, I biked a lot, I completed a violin exam, I wrote more poetry, and I am now going to university in Toronto. As messy text can be, it can also simulate a pleasing sense of linearity and order to the past.
Most people do desire order, right? At least, it seems as if we are always seeking towards the direction of order. That is, until the process becomes too banal and one just wants to shake the tight friction and watch everything plunder into chaos. It is not so much a sensational vision as it is a visional sensation. It happens during hour two of a dull three-hour biology lab, when writing a paper in a state of lethargy, on a dreadfully boring date, while waiting for the doctor’s appointment. Chaos is blissfully easy, and will certainly seal your demise. Continue reading “In Toronto, and Life is Spinning”