so i did my usual railway ritual the day before flying off...each time i come back i get more sad to leave. singapore is growing on me, i dunno if i can talk quite so much about leaving anymore...maybe that is no longer as important to me, maybe i've stopped feeling the need to escape from singapore...or maybe there's some other place that needs escaping from more.

and so i'm back at brown. how do i feel? i don't know. but summer has ended, and so will the many complicated affairs of those heady irrational days. i thought i had come to some sort of epiphany with regard to who i am, and perhaps i have, but i still need what i need more than want what i want (does that make sense?). and reality still rules the day.

till next time, summer.