2.10.05

everytime i come to the labs, time stops. i get reattached to home world with emails from everyone, rounds on the facebook, and all my same websites as ever. it's a powerfully normalizing force. as soon as i leave, though, i see the brown, cozy stone buildings of george square and the more windswept expanse of quartermile. accents reassert themselves and i'm an ocean away again. i'd like a map; i haven't yet seen a physical representation of the distance.

i wish i could know if and when jon was coming.

actually, nothing at all is very clear right now. this weekend will hold some things. a night at the last drop, mort's coming to visit. reading my books too fast.

i'm not far enough on in this to have a purpose yet.