désarroi

You know when your thoughts are like stuffed inside your head, but they are all folded in on each other so when you pull one out, the rest are pulled along with that one? Like the first tissue in a box of Kleenex - you can't ever pull out ONE tissue, you are pulling out the rest of them and then its just a chain of these tissues folded in on one another...

It's kind of maddening when it's all happening in your head, anyway.

TIME! It's running out, it's terrifying, and it's making me go insane. Rationalizing anything isn't working for me right now. I want to accomplish a million & two things within these 2 weeks, all of which my future career depends...

See what I mean? Box of Kleenex.

I've also found that since I have been glued to this state of mind for the time, I need equally fervent/turmoil-ish music to relate to. Grieg's cello sonata & string quartet has provided me exactly that... what would I do without him??

Breathe, breeeathe.

Photograph by lis