AE's friend went home to Egypt today. I'm astonished/baffled/speechless that a whole month has passed since I quit my job. I'm mostly shocked at how quickly the month passed.

Perpetual Sundays.

Been pushing myself to write. I spent all of Monday at Temple sitting in the grass, people-watching, eavesdropping, reading and writing. I have a general theme for my portfolio; it's something of change/progress/metamorphosis/growth/rebirth/etc. Kind of hopeful and moving forward with the respectful nod to the necessary things such as death, and with the nature aesthetic and the subjective journalistic quality that I think is becoming signature of my work. My portfolio will be something of a journal much in the way my other blog is ambiguously my diary. I have the first two pages decided, though I'm sure they will change greatly between now and December. I'm pushing myself to get the new stuff out; can't rely on the old stuff.

My time has been unbalanced. I read more than I study or write, and I think the most important thing is writing, with studying coming in second. People keep telling me I have time, but I think when we tell ourselves we have time that's when we lose track of it all.

Fall is upon us.