My city has been reborn. It died earlier this week (it snowed - at least it's still March, and not April like last year) - which was natural and expected (to be born again, first you must die) - but I'm excited with this rebirth, as it brings promises of much greatness and happiness to come in the following weeks.
This week has been fabulous. I've worked like maniac, but things are finally starting to come together. Wounds are being healed slowly but surely, and I can finally see the changes. Thank-you. The Journal is off to the printers - so EXCITED! - and I get to see the final, bound version tomorrow. Three papers to write, a project to do, four final exams - the application - and then I'm done. Counting down. 36 days to go.
Back to music...
Selfistan - a land, well webpage, where all you see and read is stuff that I want you to see and read. Inspired by my constant ramblings and thought processes and by Salman Rushdie's quote on Selfistan in "Shalimar the Clown", Ramblings From Selfistan looks at the deeper and the not-so-deep aspects of life as I see it. Welcome to my world...
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