— tapioca world tour

I feel like I’m in a vortex and kind of way behind on things and also surrounded by bubble wrap where everything looks a little fuzzy and I’m unable to move much. If that makes any sense.

Other than that, I am awed by the beauty of all these full trees that have turned completely bright yellow, and urban nature in general. Yesterday afternoon, passing from one MIT building to another, a large grey owl swooped down out of nowhere over my head and onto a tree branch. I got to watch it flap its wings slowly before it landed, and could almost feel the wind coming off its feathers. Perched high in the tree, I looked up at it, and it looked down at me, and I smiled, and we just stayed like that for a minute. And then I went inside because I had to. Autumn is flying but at least there are these perfect moments.

:: nunca seré un miserable, no. no lo lograras. y empezara…

I’m really hoping the Phillies stage a comeback tonight, but who knows. Been feeling out of sorts lately, as spacey as a mushy pumpkin, so I’ve been camping out in the living room as long as possible. Had to forgo some Halloween parties, but I did get to see some 10-year-old bumble bees, 3-year-old Spidermen and a bunch of teenagers wearing wigs and stuffing (my) candy into (their) backpacks. The leaves are a gorgeous collage of bright red and yellow all over the city, and last night we walked all around Beacon Hill, peering into the windows of brownstones a la 1998 and staring at the leather books, the oil paintings of white people, the velvet upholstery.

The more things change, the more they stay the same.

{And havened in eternity, I know / My many precious losses burn and stay: / That forge, that night, that risen moon aglow.} #borges