Just saw the blog again. Got nostalgic. Boy, was I pushy. I suddenly feel loved, by no one in particular. Is it the winds of Montreal, of Toronto? The coming on of maturity? I need to stop stressing out about how people see me and start thinking about how much I know, how prepared I can be for the next meeting. Gotta correct that paper for Vu. Is it a god? Am I high? I am watching these people, sitting one inch above my chair. My head's bobbing over my neck like a tethered balloon. I feel so very, very... light.

I need to fly.

I need to go after one butterfly. Any butterfly. Just one butterfly.