to a better place

playing dvořák gives me very mixed feelings, but it's not so much the music that makes me feel confused. i know that everything's over and everything's ok, but some part of me just got woken up to something else instead.

when you walk alone in a group, you seem to become more aware of the things happening around you, the connections that form.

i realised that i never wrote about the virginia tech thing. i was looking at one of the websites with the photos of the 32 victims. some of them weren't any much older than me. that's quite sad, isn't it? i hoped not to live past 35.