In the past week so much has happened. I find myself still trying to digest the things that happened the day before, only to have to put that to the side and deal with the things happening in front of me. This way of living doesn't much suit me-- I'm the daydreaming type who likes to savor my experiences. But I suppose, when things finally stop, I'll have all the dull hours of the day to contemplate.

I'm 18 now, and the future I envisioned of for myself, vague, and surreal as a predicted dream turned out nothing like I expected. Things are moving so fast now. But then, I think I like things that way.

I remember the fires on the hillside at night. Horrible as it is, I thought it was beautiful. Because when the world burns, everything is moving.