Madness pursues me on this sullen Poe-ish day, and I'm so tired from insanity and the seasonal strain from school, which is sure to soon

be obliterated by summer.

(Today is a radiohead song sung in a monotone as the soundtrack to a hitchcock movie)

I had a rather bizarre day, not surreal in the events themselves, just in their nature. I just got back from some solitary time at the downtown library. I love libraries immensely, but not the cute little reading tables or the imperative information desk, but the depths of knowledge which taper into fabulous cold concrete marbled with footsteps and heavy with literature. Sigh. It's so haunting and wonderful to be sitting in a hidden labyrinth of vast knowledge, and wanting to pick up every other book you see. There is, irrefutably, something so mystical about old libraries. I love the way the lights embody this equanimity and never vary, but only fall in perfected measures of insincerity. It makes it all the more eerie. There is such an enormity of things I want to learn that I know I will never be content, but always ravenous for life and comprehension and beauty. During the summer I want to practically inhibit the library and bookstores and have a bunch of self-enlightment time where I just read and drink green tea and take it all in forever. Ahh.. three cheers for the leisure months where things can exist in a state of prolonged bliss. Gotta love that lazy summer sun crazy yellow beaming. Mm. More on the arbitrary nature of my day later...