So I wait at this airport for the last time for a long time, listening to the Muzak being pumped over head. (Goddamn, that shit is loud.) I swear, with all this back and forth, there ain't no way that my soul is gonna catch up to me.

I suppose that, as long as I can remember, June has meant transition, organized around the notion of the academic year. But I suppose other sorts of crazy things have happened this time of year, dreams shattered, but hopes kindled, and (as clichéd as it sounds) nothing is ever the same.

The veritable singularity. The mathematical catastrophe.

Infinities divided by infinities, zero divided by zero.

It never ends.

Yes, it is just before 5am, and I am ranting and raving deliriously. I just feel so, so…incomplete.

Something, I suppose, is always missing.

Just when you thought you've gotten used to it…

One of these days, I just wish something would work out without me having to lose too much blood and skin.