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Reading:
Lolita - Nabokov
Lilith's Brood- Butler (for school)
Neuromancer - Gibson (" ")
It's been snowing for days and I'm starting to miss summer.My days are spent staring at the blinding white snow in front of my feet and taking half-hearted notes on Lacan and Harold Bloom, early Canadian literature, Shakespearean sonnets, popping iron pills and multivitamins, swallowing my desire to sleep and taking deep breaths for each step forward. I'm anticipating exams and papers and reading plays for an exam next week; I can't close read because I'm too short-sighted, so I'm worried I'll fail. I'm so behind on all my readings I worry I'll never catch up, but enough about school. The little things don't matter in the big picture, and I'm too tired to keep worrying like I do.
Sometimes I wish I could just sleep all day, or stay in bed and read something for the pleasure of it and not because I have to.
Lake Ontario has frozen over and people are walking on the ice, holding dice in their hands and playing at being Jesus. Everything looks like a miracle from far enough away. My grandfather remembers the days when they used to drive on the ice to and from Wolfe Island and my Dad remembers seeing ice-breakers moving slowly on the lake. The world has changed and is changing still. The only certain thing about this life is that time will herd us forward and their is no resisting it's nip at our heels. It will keep on herding us until we are gone and there is nothing left to herd.
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