Hey Guise. Hm, I’m not sure what I’m doing on here. The next 48 hours for me are pretty…busy. Notice the pause, a pause more poignant than any expletive the English language has yet contrived. But here are the thoughts I’m putting down before anything of the Biot-Ampere-Laplace nature seizes hold of my brain-bark. Admittedly, in between study times I’ve been down in...
Being in an engineering school, I’m beginning to really appreciate the freelance charm of humanities subjects. The last time I wrote a creative piece escapes me, and I’m acutely aware of my being out of practice. O’ ye writing abilities, doth hast plummeteth. But once-frequented things like abstract arts — playing piano or sketching a scene — I feel I’ve pushed...