Tick.. Tock.

It is always my philosophy to do the things I love, even while I'm doing things I hate, so that the things I hate can be more bearable. In this afternoon's case, I'm writing an essay while searching for new music. Or searching for new music while writing an essay, on a day that might rain, in an afternoon that is all mine. In the midst of planning a new trip, while trying to finish the year, while trying to live, and breathe and eat and sleep- these months slip by. The weather is finally changing. There seems to be so much to do, always, and never enough hours. There is so much to distract. Dreaming of Spain and points unknown is easy, finding new music to get lost in is easy, committing oneself to sitting and writing is quite another story.

Listening to Ultre.