Today as I walked home from campus, I went through a tunnel I hadn't traveled through before, and just went north-west after that, because that's where my apartment is. I took a handful of very short notes in my very small notebook, and they are very cryptic because the notebook is tiny and I can't expound on things when my hands are cold. So here they are, unchanged from my notebook.
Chains complaining
Endless dark hedges
The sidewalk was unfamiliar
Sleep deprived
Sour worms that never
sweetened
Smell of fast food nose
wrinkling not mouth watering
BYU blue bluer than sky
Hands cold in a familiar
way.
Photographs waiting
Astonishing number of
Apartments
The weight of the mountains
The tiniest cog.
Underground mystery
Black slush chimney
Dance Dance
Danie
The leaves that never fell
Muted chicken tracks
Yeah, I'm pretty much toasted. I'll expand on a few of these snippets of my thoughts in the future, when I'm less tired. I think this was a good exercise in seeing the world a little better, even if the world was far too bright today for my poor eyes. Take a look around, you'll be surprised what you might see.
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