Apparently it makes Mama Luken anxious. Papa Luken merely smiled enigmatically.

This past week has been a riot. I found out that I’ve been running about 5 miles a day. I guess the resaon I’ve been going so long is because I’ve been so anxious about moving to NYC. After all, I don’t -really- have to move there. I’m doing so, because the occurrence of interviews for potential jobs has a higher probability rate than in the cleveland/detroit area… but I’ll miss the green. I’ll miss driving on meandering roads and then ending up on any horizon in the region and still feeling like I found home. I’ll miss the silence.

…which is weird, because within my first week upon returning from living in NYC for four months (my semester “abroad”) I bought a TV to keep me company in my single on campus. I couldn’t handle the silence in Wooster. I would fall asleep to the white noise of the boob tube and be content. And now, I can’t imagine walking away from the esoteric silence of the night. Well, it’s not really that big of a mystery: wind, crickets, frogs, a train, some cars … predictable, but com’on! I was -working- that sentence structure, syntax, and word placement.

“Complex.” Now kids, this is where you let me think aloud and do not respond. My head hurts when I stop to identify every thought running through it. Perhaps that’s why I’m so absent minded, and so multi-faceted. I don’t mean to be, but why would I want to thoroughly ponder what “Bishop Borges” means to me or why I can’t let go of a particular hate or how this thought pattern distances me from others or or why I like being around people so much and this method of thinking seems contradicting.

I’m going to sleep now. I sleep fetal.

Popeye said “I am what I am.” A wise cartoon.