This is my chief conundrum with university, and oh, what a pleasant conundrum it is. There is so much to do, and it seems that day-to-day life requires a level of intensity that I haven't used for a while. School is hard for the first time ever, and freedom is unlimited for the first time ever. The past few days have been in the sign of long runs, longer conversations about Latok II, mindblowing acoustic concerts, bike rides to Parc Lafontaine, floral shirts, tam tams, changing leaves, the discovery of excellent pubs (and a few bad ones along the way), bleary-eyed morning training, but also a new addiction to coffee (straight, black, 60 cents from the Architecture Cafe with yer own mug, makes me feel like a superhero for about 45 minutes) and five-hour study sessions in the engineering library. I am realizing that everything requires my full and undivided attention - I have to be fully present in everything I do. Studying, training, fun, longboarding, climbing, revelry, ill-advisedness, sleep, attempting to cook things, all of it. And it's great. I used to be an intense person, and I'm coming back to it. And it's going to be fun.
Stencil grafitti from Prague. It's intense and raw. I will be, too, by the time I get off my roommate's bed and go to class.
