It is quite ironic how we find good music during exams? Or perhaps we try to find refuge in the innate pleasures that satisfy us when we need them most; it is as if we pay better attention when our own attention to detail is being assessed – that is quite funny.

I came across such lovely music yesterday. I feel so exhausted but excited to finally graduate and move out to my own place and just start working, traveling more.

I dreamt about some people these days and I remember my older sister mentioned that one of her exes used to keep a dream diary. I have thought maybe it could be an interesting endeavour to take up. The subconscious is such a weird place but it can be inspirational and/or intimate and sometimes problematic though; that is not necessarily a negative thing.

I saw this girl approach me. It was spring, you could smell that sweet fragrance flowers give off. We were intertwined with groups of friends, each doing their own thing and talking. Every so often she would approach me and whisper sexual things in my ear while clasping my hand into hers, embracing me softly with her chest and she would then move away with poise and finesse comically.

It was almost theatrical and, might I add, mathematical. It was like a quadratic curve filled with neurotransmitters. Isn’t all life science and art, really? When you really sit down and see how intertwined they are. They are just variants of the same thing.

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