There is a futility (and it is not noble) in trying to stay alert, functioning, and lucid after waking up before six o’clock in the morning. I probably texted my night away, spouting messages here and yonder that were full of nuggets of triviality. I loathe myself.
College, what are you? If I’m going to exercise this burdensome futility may it be through sleep…something to quell this restlessness, this relentless restlessness, that plays through my head.
The belief of today has been replaced by disillusion. Time to overcome it and run.