When the air tastes like radiance and the days drip with donut-pink glaze, it’s easy to fall in love with the whimsy and effervescence of life. It is also tempting to believe you aren’t perhaps fully cooked—maybe only a tad bit caramelised.
On page 74 of my Goodnotes notebook for NEUR0010, nestled between noradrenergic and serotonergic system mechanisms, is the line, “there’d better be a mirrorball,” written in eclectic lavender calligraphy and surrounded by tiny, crookedly-drawn stars.
‘AHAHAHXHSHA’ reads the text from my friend. ‘i cabt wait for otmorrow!’
From the window, I can see rain pelting down. I like the rain. It is one of those things in life that can make one feel contrasting emotions—joy and distress, optimism and cynicism, rejuvenation and numbness—all in equal measure.
Solutions by The State News
