settle for nothing.

Sitting at the library, staring at three books about space and representation in modern and postmodern literature. Can't bear to open the pages of articles such as:

"The Contents and Discontents of Kipling's Imperialism." "Rimbaud and Spatial History." "The Socio-spatial Dialectic." "Spatializations: A Critique of the Giddensian Version." "Politics and Space/Time." "Quantum Philosophy, Impossible Geographies and a Few Small Points About Life, Liberty and the Pursuit of Sex (All in the Name of Democracy)."

I just want to walk outside, grab my bike from the bike rack, and ride to get some passion fruit tea and say fuck it. Maybe run into a few people along the way.

I've been running 4 miles a day. It feels good but direction-less. What I am running from only I will ever really understand.

Watching the Republican Convention last night, I rolled my eyes a record number of times in two hours' time.