I throw my bookbag over my shoulder and swallow hard, making my way into a chilly headwind. Bracing myself for the weather doesn't do any good, as the cold is born of insecurities within. I have so much to pay attention to, so much I want to pay attention to, and so much I should pay attention to, but just don't have the energy or resources or time. Information overload.

It's as though my entire week is culminating at a climactic, pinnacle point this week: I have two midterms to study for on Tuesday, a Neural Networks project due on Wednesday, and an Operating Systems project due on Thursday. I'm leaving then for a week and I still have to pack. My relationship seems to be at yet another turning point and I have a queue of upkeep piling up behind me.

Whatever happens this week in the world, this swelling ought to have a significant release. A positive release. Maybe this release of positive energy into the system will have a butterfly effect on the momentum of history. Then again, probably not.

Perspective is always skewed in the eye of the storm.

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