How does one escape their own mind, a labyrinth of their own doing?
Where do you draw the line between “outside” and “inside” one’s self?
I’m going back to the dorm tomorrow. Bringing all my clothes and books I brought home last summer vacation. I’m also planning on spending at least two weekends at school. It feels like running away from home (with a legitimate reason).
I feel suffocated here, surrounded by a culture I no longer understand, developed those five days when I’m three cities away. Alienated in what is supposed to be my home.
I don’t feel bad about it, though. I’ll be okay, inhabiting my own small but comfortable world.
Currently in an existential quandary. Yay.
There’s a pathology exam tomorrow. The lecturer mentioned that the worst is to be expected in most clinical cases in at the university hospital. I don’t think anyone else heard that; everyone in the auditorium was reading books and transcriptions on other topics. My hands were itching for some bread and butter to see Murphy’s Law for myself.
(I don’t know the point of this post.)