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The past few weeks — spent attempting to write a paper, having a nervous breakdown about said paper, getting an extension on the paper, taking exams, having another nervous breakdown and getting a second (and final) extension — have done their best to eat me alive. The horizon is close. Monday, I will be a free man. Whether my freedom comes at the cost of my sanity can’t be said at the moment. Until then, hold tight, dear readers. Your patience is appreciated.

image: James Marshall’s “And There Was War in Heaven” via hypebeast

I came across this installation piece the other day. I had to stop what I was doing and I almost got the chills looking at it.

I had a dream about this (the design, not the piece itself) around a few months ago. In it, the lights climbed from the bottom bulbs to the top — flashing pink as they rose, and growing purple the higher they ascended — leaving a trail of blackened bulbs behind them — and then going dark at the peak. I had been trying for a while now to draw what I experienced in my dream. I’m warmed that someone has done it for me. It feels like a gift.

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Alright. I think my absence warrants an explanation. So I’m taking this really cool (read: insanely redundant and overall unbearable) TV & Society class this semester. Last week — the week where I disappeared almost entirely — was deemed “Media-Free” week by my professor. As a class, we were to swear off any form of digital media — the Internet for anything other than school or work, mp3 players, television, DVDs, video games, cell phones for anything other than phone calls, etc. — for one week.

I survived about a day and a half before I decided to stay at least somewhat connected. I still refrained from using any social networking sites and my blog. I also went a week without listening to my iPod, which was hell.

During the week without digital media, we were to write a journal entry for each day of the week. At the end, we were supposed to culminate our findings and propose a conclusion. I’m not sure whether she expected some flowers to blossom from that ash pile. I came up with a few interesting ideas, though they never managed to really go any deeper than this: Digital media is so ingrained in our lives that to remove even one device from our arsenal is to shave at the social fabric that we find ourselves in.

I didn’t need a week without music to figure that out.

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I’m fighting delirium right now. After just about 5 hours of sleep (and seven hours of work before that), I’m caught in this middleground between consciousnesses.

It’s a Wednesday. Since I don’t have class on Friday, again I’m stuck between (apathy toward) schoolwork and the weekend.

Maybe I’ll just sleep until Saturday.