Thursday, 18 March 2010.

Life is so exceedingly complex that it makes one want to be intelligent.

For example, Yoru-senpai and Shasha's new relationship.
What does it mean for the seven?
How did we as the seven contribute to this development?
Why do we even call the seven the seven when we only use our original lineup as a formality or a matter of nostalgia?

(because we are very big on nostalgia, it seems; all our best moments are far, far behind us.)

Why do I have nine windows of Internet Explorer open, each with a different number of tabs, when I have only been using one for the vast majority of the duration of my time online?

And why is the concept of homework so exceedingly fuzzy in my mind?

Questions are easy to come up with. Who am I, where am I going, why is there a spider rappeling down my bedpost as I speak?

Answers are harder, and often never exist except in confusing multiples. I am Edith, somebody, myself, someone else; I am going around and around with the spinning of the planet, going to the doctor's tomorrow, going off my rocker. There is no spider.

Nothingness rarely comes in multiples.

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