Dead Mornings
Yesterday, I woke up ten minutes before the start of class half-way across campus. After arriving precisely one minute late to class, I decided I would begin to embrace the morning, as there was no way to avoid the 8 o’clock class.
I had an interesting conversation with a girl once. It went something like this:
She sent back a picture similar to this:
I was once obsessedThe poetic pattern ofHaiku was my art
In the boredom of high school, I often wrote haiku in the margins of my notebooks. I found it easy to quickly count syllables, often without repeating the word in my head.
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