Chrisonomicon

Sunday, March 10, 2002

It was another white-paper weekend and I scribbled on it here and there with meditation, travel, and time spent reading. I visited Boulder to see my brother and spent a few hours with Cale for coffee, a few games of Dance Dance Revolution, and a walk around campus.

The university there has the most amazing architecture. Freshman year, I spent a semester there and have faced slight pangs of regret for having left to move to Denver, although I always reassure myself that I wouldn't be where I am right now had I stayed. Walking across the winter-whipped campus, I kept recalling events and people and Cale was kind enough to shoulder my stories.

It was good spending time with Derek, too, who will never cease humbling me with his open, benevolent nature. His presence continually reminds me that the world is okay. It's not clear if I'll ever be able to provide an bastion of support equal to the mountainous psychological foundation he provides for me and so I look for cheap ways to recompense by spending money on him and offering advice whenever I can. I know in my heart that it's nowhere near enough, but sometimes I feel that's all I have to offer anyone.