I am more than halfway through the outsider and I wish *spoiler alert* that the fella wasn’t a murderer. It’s not that I can't take it but I was just walking to the art exhibition and I decided to read the book instead of playing with my phone because the book was easy enough to read and they were just hanging at the beach and I was waiting at the red light and enjoying the conversation and wondering about my hair and he was swimming with Marie and I really wonder who was the outsider why did camus go and put a title like that then why did he have to go and kill the man and then go to jail. Then now my question is what kind of precursor is this to orange is the new black.

The library aircon is pleasant especially after the walk in the warm evening but it is probably bad for health.

Lynx likes to sit on this side of the library where there is no view and I know I can go and sit elsewhere but i’m a herd animal I guess. No. A pack animal.

I sense a change in myself that is pretty drastic but I don't know if it is apparent to others as well.

I have some paper work to do but I don’t get it done because I am busy running around.

Suddenly this rhymth that I have in my writing voice is natural but I got it from reading the outsider.

It got messed up a little becuase I was conscious of it, but if I just let it happen it will happen.

I thought I brought 3 things out to read or study but apparently I brought 4.

Including a calligraphy textbook that I want to study but I never really study yet.

I think I should try to finish reading the other things I have started. The English things. Then go into Chinese painting history and then calligraphy history.

Tie up the loose ends. Except. They aren’t ends yet and will always grow haywire.