Telegraphs from Cloud County

08. - 12, - 2025,

Chronicle of The New Pornographers in Chicago in My Ear in Christmas 2024

13. - 12, - 2025,

Why MJB has dropped all intentions of regretting any missive sent in the past 3 years. How does he do it?!

07. - 12, - 2025,
Writings on sibling trivia topics-
Sure to hook you by delving into sanc-

tity of food in Mormonism.

14 DECEMBER 2025

— HOW TO BE YOUR TRUE SELF DIGITALLY —

Excerpt from Journal:
10th November, 2025
Paris, France

-and right as I am thinking of it, and how to put it into words, this girl who was also sitting with me on the middle bridge from the Tuileries came and stopped just short of my bench. When I passed her earlier, she had been sitting and writing/reading as well. In fact- seeing her as I walked over inspired me to sit down and do the same. She stopped, and out of the corner of my eye, her stationary shoes were visible. And she was stopped there just long enough for me to notice. I really cannot say how long she was there. But it was the length, the unusualness of the gesture, that makes you notice you know.  (Aside: I think that is common, or universal in all situations. a nice cosmic rule). I notice, so I look up from writing. She is a meter away. Light brown wavy hair, light brown peacoat, light brown everything. Looking at me. Instantly, I smile. What else was I to do. It was a true, instant, warm, maybe even knowing smile back at her. Yes, we had been doing the same thing sitting on two different benches and she had inspired me. I cant say I instantly knew it was her that was standing just out of my field of vision before I had looked up, but I do think It would be a lie if I say I hadn’t thought it was her. For why else did my smile come as immediately as it did! I want to say that I don’t think it was her normal human nature reaction to smile back at me, but it could have been. She did smile back, and it was also warm. But I do think it was her human instinct, stupid fight or flight, to then jolt and start walking again. Perhaps I jolted too, and looked down at my notebook and pen. Still smiling through. And she continues down the bridge. I watch her, praying unconciously for her to look back - she doesn’t. I think to myself: Milo, you can jog right over to her and strike up the warm conversation you both perhaps wanted. But I don’t, and she doesn’t stop. Perhaps we both didn’t want it then. A warm smile exchanged like a secret with a lovely stranger is a gift enough. 

13 DECEMBER 2025

— HOW TO BE YOUR TRUE SELF DIGITALLY —

I have been endowed with the power to send any message, how I like, and whenever. I previously may have seemed like I held no inhibition when it came to digital messaging, but in this past semester alone I have very much so broken out of it. And most of it is for the better. If it is reality and true addressing of how I feel that I am in pursuit of, the digital message is the half-way point. It being born, it’s existence, is not instantly indicative of a reality that it may initiate or want in its contents. This makes the expected feeling of anxiousness that the message normally would have started have serious delay for me. It is not real until I am beginning to be introduced to the real physical reality that the text seeded. And then it is too late to care or regret at all. Because I did after all pen that message in honesty and as a true fountain of personal feelings. And if it was true at that time, it is true now. It must be true at all times. A personal testimony (of most true things) should never falter no matter the age. If i felt tht way at that time, I feel that way now, truly.
No, rather, If i felt that way at that time, I will always have felt that way at that time. And if i was acting truly personally rational for that place, for that time, it is all respectable. And thus i feel much lighter.
Truly.
And I honor the bravery of my former self. Because it was the right call, and it was true, no matter how much I wouldn’t do now.

08 DECEMBER 2025

— NEW PORN IN CHICAGO —

hello. I can bike and talk at the same time. I can also cook — this is according to others, and my lunch was very good today — I can also focus on three tasks a day, if not more. And believe it or not, I am doing fine in talking about myself. But i was also holed up all day at an university library that wasn’t mine with many intimidating kids milling about. It is funny to me how the library at AARCH is much nicer, more interesting, and more bookish than Aarhus Universitet, and yet very few frequent it. Maybe the addition of microwaves to Det Kgl. Bibliotek makes it 3x better. That is my hypothesis. I can also bike there without going up a hill, which is nearly life-changing. I may be there a lot more.

I did not listen to Spoon or Teagan and Sara today. But I did listen to the New Pornographers early albums a good amount, and I think that, like a year ago, their rock tendencies are more fit for for walking and riding a new metropolis rather than trying to not get stressed doing urgent work in a foreign university’s library.

A year ago exactly, I was inseparable from The New Pornographer’s 2019 album In The Morse Code of Brake Lights. After only listening to two tracks from it for the previous years, the whole album opened up for me upon my arrival in Chicago, to tackle the foe of the Czech Midwest Consulate. 16th floor, Michigan Plaza, December 18th, 19th, January 29th. Green marble lobby. Professional receptionist that you would expect in a large American skyscraperopolis. 12 elevators. Lovely Czech consulate worker with a west african last name. Another Czech fellow wearing a neon athleisure polo, which really did make me smile inwardly. You can’t escape local clothing culture anywhere!
My dad rented me out a very large private hotel room inside the loop. It was the only hotel that would take a twenty year old alone. I dreamt of my bed back in Prague as I took the hour-long skunk-smelling blue line into the city. The streets were windy, desolate, and subzero. Being dwarfed by skyscrapers multiplied feeling that the city does not care if you live or die. When I arrived, I had not spoken a word in 14 hours nor heard very much english spoken. The conversation with the hotel receptionist felt like a sudden warm shower. Which is exactly what I took once arriving in my dark single room. I lay on the sheets afterwards, hollow, flicked on the television to see the College Football Playoffs, and re-soaked up the Americana from there on the sheets. I had spent the last night in the sky worrying about how to interact with international border police and explain my overindulgent European visa-free binge. But, as my dad recognized, my privilege got me through without a hitch. The double entendred turbulence of that multi-legged flight journey left me feeling completely detached from reality, real time, and complex human functioning. Realizing part of my hollowness was coming from an unfed stomach, I peeled myself off the covers and prepared to face the wind.

I wore annabelle’s scarf to the whole foods, and discovered that skyscrapers could indeed be built beautifully. There were some streets that were not meant for humans to walk on though. American metropolis streets are decaying and it is so prevalent. 1941 but could have been the middle of the night. Or could have been a normal day in a dystopian world where the sun chose to never rise again. A world still functioning perfectly in the freezing pitch. Fingers almost fell off by the time I accidentally spent $20 on a plate of hot food, not wanting to eat hummus and pizza. I had TNP still playing in my ears and its not like I could put the food back once I made it to the checkout counter. I made the most of the splurge and took as many tabasco packets as I needed for the trip. I took a second shower once I stumbled back into my penthouse to make sure I was clean of airplane and prague and slept for 12 hours.

The Next day was a quest. I still can’t believe that notarization office I visited. That is true urban decay. 210 S Clark St, Chicago. A rotting skyscraper lobby with nothing else going for it but a corner set up and run by two high-schoolers with pictures, maps, stamps, prices, rule sheets, stuffed animals, pictures of crying babies, and sharpie on the partition walls. $15 per sheet notarized. I was out $52 and I had been in Chicago for less than 24. And I think I skipped breakfast that day anyway.

I faced the dragon and slipped away wondering why I had perceived it as so for so long. The rest of Chicago and the daylight were mine. Still listening to the same album by TNP. Trip to oak park for FLW. Still freezing, but less desolate. The kids started to walk out from school. We have a family friend who lived in the neighborhood but I was too scared to barge in. I sketched the kitten oriel window on his yellow corner house and still listened to TNP. I can’t remember eating anything all day. I lay in the park by the skating rink in the loop to catch the small winter afternoon sun and realized the dirt was purely made of up geese poo and the grass was all dead anyway. I capped the evening by paying my mandatory visit to Grant Park and ARTiC. The desk lady almost made me throw away my bag of crunchy paprika peanuts, not knowing they were from 4000 miles away. Begging worked. It was nice to see all the art that I had just finished studying. I revved my engine and pulled the speedrun lever. Walking back up Michigan street to the hotel to fetch my luggage (what a luxury) it began to flurry and I was still listening to TNP and it was the american christmas dream walking past the nutella store in the windy city as flakes past the towering constellations of office windows. Dragging my suitcase to the subway pit, I cut off a man and maybe rolled my checked bag over his toe. He cursed me out. Another freezing, terrifyingly drowsy, hour-long blue line ride to the domestic terminal left me feeling like I could finally see a finish line. Kansas City and a familiar face was only 2 hours away. Though ORD is the windy city, and that plane would not take off for another 4 hours. Sit on the runway in line long enough to have to de-ice again, wait, be prohibited from returning to the gate, return to gate anyway, be prohibited from exiting the plane, return to runway, wait, de-ice. The smell of those chemicals somehow is able to waft into the air conditioning. Window seat, paralyzed by the other two but also paralyzed from braving the windy city for a day with little spent indoors. And Shawn still is under the impression that my flight will arrive by 2300. But it wont, and I wont get to text him — my phone doesn’t have coverage anyway. He’s waiting at MCI in the CPPL with ZMB, and we’re waiting for each other. No response from me, its nearing 0100. Im sickly passed out in the very back corner of a dark, grumpy plane. The plane has to deliver me to MCI whether anybody likes it or not; if they are not letting us get off. Let the others complain. I can’t even think of contacting Shawn, no way regardless. No text from me, so he’ll drive back home to wait. Wait, no, I just landed. 0200. Drive back. Stand in arrivals door vestibule in empty airport and notice glum never-used courtyard to left. Need fresh air, now locked out. Chevy bolt pulled up. 0230. I’ll be home for Christmas, dad.

07 DECEMBER 2025

— TRIVIA —

hello. Happy sabbath, world. Sabbaoth, though, in interpreted hebrew, means the multitudes. Today i got to call my younger sister and it was a trivia festival. Klimt, Madain square, kansan bronze artists, facial hair. Anne also nailed her spotify wrapped this year. top four songs were by the shins, sufjan stevens, and new pornographers. #caringiscreepy #championsofredwine #futiledevices #proud. There is i guess a pleasant comfort in the familiar music taste of your siblings. Me and Zoë, my older sister, have a 97% match rate on Spotify. which is higher than Anne’s score with her mom (94%). And this just in: Anne and I are 95%.

I today also finished two articles of the ‘By Study and Faith’ BYU Religious studies periodical. Article one was over the Sanctity of Food within the LDS faith. The interpretation of the Word of Wisdom as received in has mightily changed over the course of the latter-day church! And how we have dropped the prescriptive portions of the revelation is very interesting. I think it is mostly because we view it as something that was more period-appropriate for a society of tens of thousands in the 19th century than as for a multi-million international base in the 21st. But how that differs from the proscriptive elements of the revelation! And how that is a strong element of fellowship in the modern church. Wow. And it has not just naturally fallen to be that way, but is shaped by progressive advancement of church leadership to be what it is interpreted as today.
But I don’t think that the article touched on the actual sanctity of food as much as the title suggested. I thought it would be a fitting Fast Sunday read. Just that perhaps collective regard of food could needfully trend to being similar to the non-scriptural basis of the jewish practice regarding acceptable and mindful consumption of food. And that would be okay! It has shifted continuously over the centuries and will be fine if it continues to do so.

How do you perceive your consumption of your food? Are you acknowledging its source, divine and terrestrial, as you eat? I perhaps do not do this as much as I could. But i’ll tell you, I think about it when I am fasting. And especially when I break my fast.

Today I had red pesto pasta with fried ground pork, onions, spinach, feta, and sundried tomatoes. That made me quite thankful for all that I am able to eat. and afford too, haha. #dansk #takformad
I actually know for a fact I bought 500g of whole wheat penne pasta on thursday. But after a few days of not needing to cook it, I looked for it today and could not find it for the life of me. And Nils, who I bought it with, knows I bought it! I am not going crazy, as opposed to popular opinion. Alas, I had to use white pasta and a little bit of that spanish cut-up angel hair pasta. so it was a weird texture with half the noodles undercooked and half of the noodles overcooked.
But, anyway, the food was so good it was spiritual. I have a few other thoughts on the power of willfully fasting from food, but don’t need to share them now.

On to World War 1,
I did not know it was such a religious cataclysm! Worldwide faith leaders had quite the earful of opinions on it to share with the increasingly agnostic or white-washed religious claimants of the world. They were those who were being claimed to have caused such an atrocity. And interesting how the article author delineated how in the opposing forces it was catholic against catholic, protestant against protestant, but never latter-day saint friendly fire. Well sure, but that is because of church reach at the time was primarily to Britain. Also it could just not be true! Anyways, I was happy to discover the church never tried to claim the role of judge, or claim that justice needed be dished out. That is consistent doctrine right there.

We had Julefrokost (Christmas Dinner) on our floor last night. It was amazing. I made the table decorations, including paper stars, church models, and candlesticks. A squad of four made the food, and Felix made beautiful bottles of Snaps that I did not partake of. They just looked very pretty. But man oh man how quickly my energy drains out of my body after a large feast and indulgence in sugar. Those who drink maintain their energy, but I guess it is hard to stay on the same level while sober. But that was only a small detail. The other small detail is that both friends Asger and Karo missed the meal, which made me very sad. The Risalamand was very good, and I got the almond in the end. #takforkalander,Felix.

Anyway, thats life for me right now.
The next week of school, and perhaps the week after that, will be #GOGOGO. And that is okay. It is what Amy and I need to do. I hope I can read more in the coming days but that seems impossible lol. Oh! and i need to take horizontal video for my BTS youtube video. and make the reel. I will find joy in perseverance, the glimmer of Prague in the distance, the warm kitchen to return to in the evenings, and the friends on Tuesdays. Maybe i’ll get more into The New Pornographers this week, or Teagan and Sara, or Spoon. #bearwithme.

05 DECEMBER 2025

I have stayed at home all day today except to buy a Puck cheese block, shortbread cookies, and 3 kilograms of pork roast. I am back in the unlit studyroom eating an orange peel because I am designing an orange logo for the Impact Conference and it fits and im hungry too and i don’t know if the campfire i should go to tonight in the rainy forest is going to have food. funny how it always comes down to sociality and food.

27 November 2025

And can you pass a midterm either? no.

Something about yourself

26 November 2025

I think I just am struggling to do basic tasks at this point. Can you cook? No. Can you bike and talk? No. Can you focus on just two assignments in a day? No. Can you even talk about yourself out loud ? No. But, ironically, what can you do? Bear your testimony. That’s fine.

I’ve wanted to listen to Teagan and Sara for my whole life. I have never done it though. Or Spoon. These are what I would listen to if I was in grad school in the early aughts. If I was an undergraduate in 2012 I would listen to that one  crass childish gambino song freaks and geeks. 

Midnight in paris tried to convince me that the age we live in is always the golden age. I think I believe it. Funnily enough I think that more people would believe that if we didn’t have the media torture device that we do. Also the fact that compromise is looked on as weak or shameful is probably and definitely will be the source of major issues in our future. But enough about the future. Now is nao. I could have dreamy future lined up for myself,  if, I don’t know, if I can slackline it. I have a dreamy past always lined up. That helps catch my falls. 

Today I stepped on crunchy frosted grass. And read Calvin and Hobbes on instagram. I guess I don’t have much to say, other than I would like to find a place to live in Prague soon. 

You don’t win them all. Very little indeed you win. but you don’t lose anything either. And that is what i am okay with.

Today I made 100 pancakes for friends who did not even come. But they never said they would anyway.
I would have liked to see Anna Karla, but she did not come. She is completely unpredictable. And nor did Jacki. He is normally predictable. I had pumped myself up. I was ready to ask Anna Karla to the concert on Sunday that my flatmate Nils is conducting. Nils had pumped me up. But I still will go, alone I guess.
I textured an architectural drawing today with only impressionist paintings. that brought me some joy. Work-life balance.
What if I went home to Prague for christmas and took all the holiday shifts from Kaja? Let the crotchety old lady be free from her rickety chair for once. Submit a new horoscope to Krotch. Listen to the complete American Football every day. blow the snow off the seat of a Rekola and shiver on my way home to a home I don’t have yet. another life.

My friend Tessa was at the other end of the phone for the cycle home. She is also on exchange currently in Newcastle upon Tyne and is having quite the romantic adventure with a man named after a beetle song. It makes me smile writing of this time for her. There is joy to be found in the plights of other romances. Giggles shared through my second-hand earbuds. I was thinking about that today. Last year I bought them at the airport for $40 before leaving. This year I bought them from a house in Pleasant Grove, KS for $4 before leaving. And the quality is comedically the same. Tonight I sitting on the stoop of the kollegium, whispering to and listening from the white pill suspended from my ears, and I watched a brunette girl directly across the yard open her window for the air, make her bed, read a book, and look straight back out at me. I didn’t know if I hoped she could hear me on the phone or not. Nobody else sits outside on the stoop that I’ve seen. Just the spiders. me and the spiders. exsposure therapy. A man in Utah called me, asking what tie he should buy for my stepdad. He liked my mustache. I think Anna Karla doesn’t lol. I told him blue and black. He hung up after his mother said hi to me.
i am also stupidly ghosting my closest friend. I am just am feeling reckless and lost and wanting for change. She knows probably exactly how i am feeling right now and why I am feeling this way but wants me to say something about it. I wont. so she is upset with me. I was thinking of what to say to her when my phone buzzed and I had to think of something else. Its too late now.

Samia had something where she said sit down witht the craziest person in the room just to feel like the second craziest perso in the room . id rather hear about someone elses problems than worry about what im supposed to do. and so thats what i do. I am all ears. I don’t speak true to myself and i am not asked to at all anyway

Je moc krásný den. yes all things ARE bright and beautiful. I am working on planning a beautiful, vanguard conference for YA Saints in the Church in Europe, and I am confident in its origins being special and its vision being perfectly current. Unfortunately, yes, maybe I will miss attending it, but its impact may very well be felt in following years. I am so glad for opportunities like this. And it is just so exciting. Things are blowing up!

Saturdays
22 November 2025

Skipped a friend’s karaoke party tonight.
Why?

Because I want to become better at enjoying a night in?

Yes. Or at least that is my justification now. I thought today that i think i currently don’t enjoy a night home. I have talked to my mom about this, she told me my dad learned the exact same thing when he was in Denmark: that being alone with yourself AT HOME can sometimes feel torturous. Its torture to be inactive. But it is sad tonight how a party is worse option. Also maybe i am skipping it because two of my closer friends wont be there which just makes me think about how some parties are supposed to be for meeting new people, not isolating urself.

SO instead i am here sitting in my kollegium’s work room, against the dark glass, the motion-detector lights have turned off. They’ve been off for 2924 seconds now.

the sun set before it even became 4pm today.

i bought vitamin gummibears from Normal today and a liquid roller deoderant that smells too much like a man.

Grocery stores in America combine their deodorant into one section. Instead, denmark gender-segregates theirs. In America theres typically some nebulous zone on the deodorant shelf near your shins where the deodorants and their scents become progressively gender-neutral; i’ve always chosen from there. Toms, Arm & Hammer. Cien when i’m in Prague. Some behavioral fossil left over from being an unsure and anti-masc 15 year old.

4 lives, 5

25 November 2025

Sundays
23 November 2025

Clocks
20 November 2025

Today i attended a guest lecture at school for 150 minutes. These were the notes I took:

Prominent, public clocks are not in vogue these days. And it is for two reasons:

1. Everyone has a cell phone.

2. Nobody can read analogue clocks very quickly anymore.

Number one is not a good reason still in my opinion because everyone had watches back in the day.

Yet I don’t think public clocks should be done away with. They are symbols of movement! Productivity, and rhythm.
The clock at Copenhagen Main Station, a neon, digital one, still serves as this ubiquitous universal unifier. Seeing it for the first time alone, blazing 04:36, in fiery red, to the dark, eerily slow street, felt like finding yourself in a secret. The whole city is unified in that moment. They are all sharers of that time. YES, THIS IS TRUE OF ANY TIME, EVER. but making the time explicit is the key.

The clock above the entry vestibule of my school is beautiful. It is a soft glowing yellow and deceivingly uncomplicated, innocent. It tells me,

“You were at school for this many hours today, sir. Stop doing that.”

It glows at me, and that makes it seem that it is later than it is. It is subliminally telling me that my whole life need not be spent at school. And that in fact the local system has not been built for that. And that you rather depend too much on it, the school. I process these thoughts from the clock and I say back,
“I am trying, clock. There is not much more I can do.”

I had a watch over the summer. I needed to watch the time, and I did. I was efficient with my time. But it felt like a personal supervisor or proctor was over my shoulder. This was because it was my own personal time. It was not public time. I lost that watch shortly before i moved out to Denmark. Uncanny how it disappeared. Simply said there is not a way that it was not found in my household ever. Theres no way.
Now i try to live by public time. But like colors, its hard to live without time on a cell phone too.

I go on trips and my phone dies. I literally lose the time. But asking the time from a stranger is a pleasure.

“Kolík je hodín?” to the little old lady running the bathroom at the old hapsburg family royal gardens in český krumlov.

“Čtrnáct hodin.”
“Hvad en klokken?” to the lady who i bought hot cocoa from in Frederikshavn.
She answered in english:

“Seven thirty.”

Shared time always is unifying. And more than public analogue clocks, church bells are the pioneer and archetype for this universal societal bond.

I recently read ‘The Night of Wenceslas,‘ and for the climax, the protagonist is reliant on church bells for a night and a morning. The arrival of the milkman used to be predicated on a mallet striking metal in a certain rhythm. And that same rhythm, heard by all the polis, meant a thousand other things as well. I am happy some still ring. It has the same effect as some distant train horn heard in the American city outskirts. The kid in bed thinks,

“There is another human out there, all alone. He is blazing through our town on the foggy rails. And he doesn’t know I’m thinking of him. We are still connected. The world is always going.”

As a grown up now, a clock in a central station says to you,
“I am the harbinger of your life. And all of their lives, too. You are all living together.”
And upon hearing that, you remember you are not just a lone cat scurrying down a shadowy alley for your own hunt. You’ve thought that that was the case for a while now. But, no. The tolling tells y that, again, you all live together. In more-or-less pleasant cohesion at that. And you really shouldn’t hate that guy in the suit that spilled his coffee on the floor and isn’t cleaning it up. Because you both know you are here at this time together. and its almost 4pm and you both have a look on your face (human) that says you obey the spinning of the earth. That you have for all your life and thus specifically 4pm means something for both of you today.
And when the minute hand hits 5pm, you know that you made the train on time to go buy up your multitrack tape machine.

19 November 2025

Rostam Batmanglij puts samples of children at playgrounds and suburban outdoor conversation in his discography. It is so special to me. It has always been in my ears. It is like having a song made from my home videos of my parents living in Rhode Island and the crazy sonic openness of a park on a sunny autumn day as presented in a grainy 2004 home video.

18 November 2025 -
More thoughts, more AARCH presentations

I had a strong urge during presentations today to watch the TV series Community.

wrote a makeshift postcard of a french saint to a man in california.
with a message written in the middle of the lines and a drawing of a cow and a refrernece to a shared friend. He’ll know how to read it.

17 November 2025 -
Zoo at the AARCH Midterm

I stayed through my first scandinavian midterm big architecture presentation day today.
The guest critic in the morning was like an animal on a chain. A mutt of architecture.. specifically a disturbed ape. He stared with small, unblinking eyes at student projects from under a steep, cavemannish sloping brow. such an angled but thick face. And wandered blankly while we students presented. occassionally stopping to sniff (inspect) a tiny detail of our drawings. Even if one of us was standing like 5 inches away from it. like we didn’t exist, or like he was trying to inspire fear in our hearts. He also very clearly did not (have time to?) care about his physical appearance. blue sweater and jeans looking like he was still trapped in 2002. and bald patch. He had become swallowed, overcome by the beast of architecture. a stuck werewolf. I counted once today; he went 18 seconds without blinking while providing jabbing, sharp, bullet-like, and emotional-sounding incoherent feedback in the way that zombies of architecture do.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=C2MuGzmZU30

The opposite was a fellow student who was wearing a thick and long turtle neck so turtle-necky that it was completely swallowing her. mouth sometimes slipping beneath the collar. Each thing she said was with this sheepish or guilty seeming smile and laugh. Like she was juiced up to deal with the ape man. or just knows that is all is a joke. Her very quiet tone suggested the former.

ANOTHER CHARACTER: Clown Pants Antonio.

The next critic was a well-trained canine. Our tutors loved playing with him. And he knew how to do his task very well. Matiss laughed over-heartily whenever said-support-dog-guest-critic said something that was probably funny. I didn’t understand it. He also went sniffing. He sniffed dilligently! through drawings on the table. digging. until he made sense of it all and answered his own question, wagging like a good boy. I also think my tutor Matiss was just flirting with him. or has slept with him before. unsure.

Nobody wants to be told that you met someone who reminded you of them. But to you, who experienced it, its sweet, right? To the beholder it is sweet.

Curtains as demarcators of space in contemporary remotely-public architecture does not work. Because no guest or user ever feels comfortable changing the physical structure and division of a public space. it is just gimmicky. it would never work.

sometimes recently i stay way too long at school. sun-up to sun-down. and my friends leave and i wonder what they do without me. not that i necessarily think i am great friends with them but like what else is there to do in this dark town. And i bike home in the dark, freezing, and then its the day that my key fob for the front door expired. of course. so stay outside in the 2 degree weather for 5 more minutes and do a lap around the dorm. bruh. now back into the abyss for a night of trivia.