i am suddenly at a loss for word even though ironically, i have been producing massive amounts of words for my essays lately. my emotions have been going out of whack, so much so that i'm at a point where i'm choosing to freeze anything else other than the motivation that drives me to continue working.

all the feelings in the world, i cannot even begin to write about them. how finite language is indeed, that it cannot capture the infinite, can only provide a blurry snapshot.

i like to chew on my rulers.

i don't like to write my essays.