Third blog in 24 hours.

Just some thoughts to close the day.
When I try to sleep, I wrestle with thoughts. I recognize how little I know about the people I claim to love; those I hold close to me. In true solipsist tradition, I don't know anything about anyone except how they effect me. But assuming they are real, they know no more about me. This both complicates and simplifies our relationships.

When I sleep, I revel in the moment just before sleep consumes me. I am, for a moment free from the gravity of reality, and the serendipity of my dreams. That level of freedom seems irreplaceable, but when I run at night, I get something close around mile three.

Life so far has been about progression. Graduate from first grade to second. From elementary school to middle school. From High school to College. What is next? Grad School? Law School? Something, surely. What yet, I'm not certain.

Basically, I hope what is dead stays gone, though. We can't go back to the past, no matter how much fun coloring may have been. Memories need to stay memories.

Something is building a house in my sinus cavity.