socks-the seemingly pairing opportunity.
they live in my top drawer, the socks. they don't do much, i just ask of them to occasionally get to together and go out for a while. some seem more capable than others.
quite a far cry from the first dissertation tutorial. those months of book finding and collection and feeling ever so teetery on the edge yet not sure of what edge it is. the pile of books and anticipatory smile.the pen and tutorial report, laying casually alongside that all important proposal document.
a good time to talk and float those thoughts, see if they float. it's handy that boxes were invented and recycled otherwise there may not be many left, besides that being another afternoon, it's another one of those ever so interesting things yet is it relevent in such a short essay. agh yes, essay, have i sussed what an essay is yet. when i discover the postcard's meaning i'll let you know.
the good thing is, as uncomfortable as it was, once the socks are removed and air given to that within, the initial hurt will not seem quite as painful and the life raft is not so far away.
