The habit of putting the time as my title is indicative of how I’m suddenly very conscious of the concept of time in a day, I feel.
2011 is coming to a close. What does that mean, objectively speaking? The Earth has made a single revolution around the sun. No biggie. But the meanings we attach to such an end is strangely sentimental; a herd effect — societies have been built to function around such a system and we begin to find that many things, both starts and ends, coincide with the end of a year. I don’t know if what I’m writing makes sense, I’m tired. But anyway, this year has been a kind one. Not fruitful, considering that I haven’t taken away much that is instrumentally useful from my time in VJC, but I’ve found people.
And that’s good enough for me.