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Day 9/100 of Productivity

I keep swinging between feeling very on top of everything and feeling wildly unprepared. I'm sure the coffee jitters don't help.

learning how to program the NodeMCU 1.0 board for a project

favorite pictures i've taken hozier + tamino </3 missing them

There is an uncertainty to your madness;

But in such uncertainty, I find solace with you

ALONE WITH YOU IN THE ETHER; BY OLIVIE BLAKE.....

Reading is perhaps the best of meditations......

1, 2: study situation at midnight

3: beau’s delivery yesterday. a thoughtful gift.

4, 5: brunch at brewing point!! it was expensive but lovely. I love that other than one noisy group, most of us were brunching wearing home clothes.

6: the view while I wait with the beau at a vulcanizing shop because my tire got nails on it ☹️ it’s all better though! I’m safe!

The dream to write late night assignments, apparently it's not very likeable.....

subject aesthetics: computer science + math

Someone I knew- an acquaintance, died today. I was indifferent to his existence, we all are to most people we casually encounter but it's hard to be entirely indifferent to their death too. You feel for the the possibility of life they could've had, you feel for the sorrow of those who knew them, you feel anxieties and hopelessness of those who were left behind with a hole in their daily lives because of that death. You feel the utter despair even if just for a second. I am not surprised that I did too, even if just for a few minutes as the realness of the moment hit me at once and overwhelmed my mind. I cried, a little but I did and I had no control over it. It's the origin of that burst of grief from within- the heartbreak for the family of that cold dead body being mourned now, the heartbreak of the good and bad that person was being everyday of their life but will be no more, the heartbreak for the cries and heartache that isn't even mine.

Here's to the relief of death still being merely an acquaintance to me.

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