long lost echoes.

you know what also destroys me about this time of year? the awareness of the coming solstice. jesus, there’s almost nothing like that feeling that you get while biking at 10pm and the western sky is still dusky, far, far from black.

this dizzying feeling that all the thunderstorms, windy days, days of rain and cold were building towards this phenomenal, great moment of riding through a city which is slowing down and collectively exhaling and it’s warm and the air smells like sand, asphalt and evening stock.

yesterday, I was approached about a short lecture and today I wrote up an abstract. so, I’ll be talking at the Science Fair (which has expanded and also does humanities now, but the name stuck) in September. the topic — Gleichsschaltung: How the Bush Administration Sold the Iraq War to the Public in 2003.

as of course the title itself is blatant propaganda on my part, I expect it to change, but I couldn’t help myself.

badly drunk and eating leftovers from dinnerrrrrrrr. oh god, so low.

one undoubtable sign that summer’s on the way is the fact that planes started flying over my district when on approach to Warsaw International. one explanation I heard is that in the warmer months, the repair crews are busy mending the holes in the runways that have appeared over the winter and spring. i don’t really care, but what i wanted to say is that they’re flying really, really low, it’s almost a cloudless night and i’d give away the king’s kingdom if i could get twelve floors up, on the roof of my apt building and just stare at their underbellies all night.