“You never come back, not all the way. Always there is an odd distance between you and the people you love and the people you meet, a barrier thin as the glass of a mirror, you never come all the way out of the mirror; you stand, for the rest of your life, with one foot in this world and no one in another, where everything is upside down and backward and sad.”
― Marya Hornbacher

Today comprised of more bumming around and throwing out half the clothes in my cupboard including the collared shirt from this year's biomedical symposium which had me vacillating between keeping it and feeling clever wearing it about or throwing it away because its really ugly and beatrice helped resolve this problem very quickly by telling me to imagine kishore wearing it to class.Then I realised I had so many more clothes in my cupboard that I kept not because they looked nice but because they reminded me of the events I had once worn them to or stuff I had been a part of. And so I've decided I don't like clothes very much because they are.. heavy. (Also because I like walking around the house naked likkabaus) Well at least some of my clothes are. Not in the literal sense anyway.

And before I slept blissfully in the afternoon I finally picked off where I had left off Albert Camus' A Happy Death and I can't wait till I have more time to devour the book in its entirety. Life is good.