dying down of initials, of post-arrival newness, and of similarities distilled from conversations and circumstances. puzzling, this ability for everything to become normal for everything to cover themselves in layers of moss, of dust. a conversation, over the sound of leeholm's cringe-worthy accented singing, of binge-drinking induced uninhibition and euphoria. its nice to find yourself preferential, at the end of it all, of the tint rather than the shade of moral grays. its nice to know that there are people who share your disgruntled status quo with the party scene. nice to know that there are those who still revel in gastronomical delights and are dedicated enough to go miles to find it. nice to believe in possibilities. nice to discover at the end of a long drawn out stalemate that misplaced beliefs are always misplaced. nice is such an unimaginative word, but fitting for my current state of pixelated pragmatism. 100 points for boring myself into rationality. 10 more of i can convince myself to go to the gym.
