Since my last post...
I've moved into a new room.
The Cambridgeport Saloon shut down.
I've gotten (more) suckered into various student groups.
No fewer than six book exchange services for MIT students were active.
I've become inextricably hosed, for the only extrication is dropping classes I don't want to drop.
A hurricane changed millions of people's lives.
I'm seemingly insignificant. Humans are not made to comprehend their relation to everything properly.
Drying bamboo smell
Long dark tool-time of the soul
Familiar yet new