my last ever anthropology exam today. I wrote a whole page for each question and left after the first half hour. there was the usual lecture and tutorial afterwards, but I didn’t go. both Sierra and Damian were there, and I wasn’t up to maintaining.. myself. when Sierra asked how I was, I mumbled “don’t know,” and ignored her reply; Damian said something and I turned away.
“At various times she set out to type three large pages a day, though unfortunately she never kept it up for very long. When she moved to _____ she set about making an archive of all the new people she met, and of all her dealings with them. She planned to case the whole region, with the idea of accumulating details for future stories.”
everything bad about the future needn’t exist, everything bad about the past no longer exists.
we practically own the world. can do anything we want.
except commit suicide or have a hysterectomy.
there are no more mental institutions.
sigh. sigh. this entry took three hours. paralysis, despair. i’m going to sleep.