taking notes on the revolution in nepal and marking the similarities to last year's revolution in bangladesh.

a sharp note punctures the air, i believe the silksong has begun.

my dreams have been very strange lately.

i have now read *roadside picnic* at ages 23, 28, and 31, incidentally, the ages that redrick schuhart is depicted at. what an absurd little coincidence.

it would appear that today is a day for sunshowers.

my sleep has gone to shit again, getting four hours a night if i'm lucky.

if there are any filipino translators reading this, could i please have a translation of *in the claws of brightness*? thanks.

i really do need to read more.

cheap chinese food on a rainy wednesday afternoon can light up a whole week.

finally catching up on some essays i've been meaning to read for quite a while.