“The world kept moving on; I alone was at a standstill.”

Some days are just terrible writing days. Some days make me want to just quit school. Some days I’m convinced I need to get myself out of here now now now.

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Volunteer Park Conservatory, Seattle (Winter 2014)

I was twenty-one at the time, about to turn twenty-two. No prospect of graduating soon, and yet no reason to quit school. Caught in the most curiously depressing circumstances. For months I’d been stuck, unable to take one step in any new direction. The world kept moving on; I alone was at a standstill. In the autumn, everything took a desolate cast, the colors swiftly fading before my eyes. The sunlight, the smell of the grass, the faintest patter of rain, everything got on my nerves.

How many times did I dream of catching a train at night?

— Haruki Murakami, A Wild Sheep Chase

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