"CZ has no memory"
"No, no, go not to Lethe..."


The travel diary of a wannabe-Feynman who can only really be described as kind of a dipshit. Forever a Snorlax, she somehow stumbled on the opportunity to study in the grand halls of Berkeley, and is now hoping that some kind of internet blog would legitimise this experience and dissipate the disbelief that some poor pink-nail-polished admin lady actually let this fucker in. :D

Charlift concert on Sproul

this is my home, why would i ever leave

Dear San Francisco

Dear San Francisco,

You are every bit as inspiring as you were when I first saw you
but something unexpected happened
so I’m sorry I didn’t get to know you as well as I said I would, you see
I found
in the last place on earth that I would think to find it
in where I thought I’d be spending my nights sleeping and my days studying under some of the greatest physicists in the world and yet
I spent those days
drunk with spontaneity
and the nights just
and the days without care
and sometimes
without clothes
and that’s okay

But at the same time, I worked harder than I ever did before
inspired by the talent and endurance of these people who just won’t give up
part of life
taking it all
and apologising with only a
raised glass
middle finger in the air
music turned all the way up to eleven

It is kind of funny how
in this crazy, crazy loud place
I found peace
and I think
so did a lot of others

I don’t have a good way to end this
but maybe this doesn’t end at all
maybe CZ isn’t just a house
but a mindset
love eachother
protect eachother
party all day, or
work all night, or
do nothing but rest
Who says you can’t have it all?

maybe this

doesn’t end