Vision:

I came into summer with expectations of this semester. They were pretty radical and lofty, but the also very deep. Somehow coming back to those expectations leaves me very tired. Almost heavy hearted in some sense. Maybe brokenness is the right word. Anyway, summer was a good time away from it all. But as Tiff pointed out to me once, maybe it was just a time to run away from what I needed to confront. I'm not sure how to respond to that challenge (and I'm sure you don't because my stream of conciousness doesn't make any sense because I am being extremely vague).

Thought: by censoring myself, I lose the full meaning... or actually lose all meaning together so that what I write doesn't make sense at all.

Drained, tired, and unsure.