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epistle log 20enty 8ight
fool in june
this summer, i was to work off debt. in the other 16 hours a day, i dreamed of getting in shape, seeing the ol’ st. x boys, visiting nick’s studio a lot, playing in an indoor soccer league, playing lots of whiteyball with the boys, working on the eLog copiously, spending time with my little brother, and seeing jess as much as humanly possible.
in fact, i worked. that’s about it. mono ruled out most activity. my busy work/sleep schedule kept me largely from seeing nick or the boys. ditto for my little brother. and the eLog project was worked on in those few hazy moments before succumbing to sleep again. if it weren’t for seeing jess so much, i think i would have died.
life was so grand, as were my plans, in sunny may. the harsh heat of june withered ambition and left me spent, moving from one climate controlled building to another. i now understand the dehumanizing power of computer work. embittered by cruel, static june, i long for the changes of autumn. i long to go home again, wherever that may be.
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