muteent

My semester is over. Kinda sad though, these were some of the best classes I've ever had, especially my Magical Realism in Art class. Today that class had kids dancing and playing along to a Neil Young song, watch a short student film, read the story of many different dreams, and stare at about 60 different pairs of shoes. These all had to do with people's utopias.

Somehow I thought I would be more excited, that my last exam would end and it would be summer. I thought that kids would be playing in the common, but instead it was mostly empty except for the many cops. I thought it would be warm, and the sun would be set low in the sky, one of those picturesque evenings in which I couldn't try to feel anything but relief. Instead, the sky was clouded and the air more than comfortably cool. Boston feels more bleak than anything else.

People are all leaving, either going home or making their way out in the world. I'm still here though, and this is where I want to be (I think). But I feel stagnant. I don't what else to do at this point. I need so much, but desire so little. I should get off the internet and have a drink.

Oh, woe...woe and despair.