Edot Puzzle pieces of my life assemble themselves inside. Every touch, sound, reflection of light, vision of being creates in me a new peice either connected to a previous memory or set apart. I have images that bombard that range from aura to sensation and together I have some sort of recollection of life. How uniquely it comes to me now that my life today is a compound organism, like a ball of lint rolling across a linoleum floor, picking up various bits of matter with each changing its composition. Every acres I walk on is different to me because of this composition and every place I go carries that one feel that marks it in my cognition. I hear Modest Mouse blaze across the speakers at my work computer at 6am and to me, this feels like Junior Year of high school mized with freshman year of college and the familiar face of a friend. To my co-worker sitting next to me, it sounds like depressing mumbo jumbo that he would rather replace with rap music which feels like the club he was delirious at last night. I wish I had the words to write this clearer but because of these feelings, life feels more vivid today and my past feels more alive than ever because its here with me.

Ahh. to class I go  ¶ 7:44 AM