should my soul catch fire again
(the embers smolder, glow bright in the darkest hour)
not a wildfire streaking through the fields
up the mountainsides
leaving smoking disaster and ruinous ash

I suppose I’m still in a phase of mental regression. For the past five weeks or so, ever since my cousin died and I went on vacation, I’ve found myself trying to recreate my childhood. Playing video games. Obsessing about fantasy worlds. Re-exploring Middle Earth. Even screwing around with emulators, trying to play old-school cRPGs from way-back-when. The Bard’s Tale. The Shard of Spring. Final Fantasy I.

Hmmm. Pure parietal lobe? Or frontal lobe causing severe depression? This is the problem of being a medical student.

Valentine’s Day blows. French movies are awesome. Drug movies are quickly becoming my favorite. Coldplay isn’t too bad. How could I resist an album whose first track is entitled “Don’t Panic”?