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This is my place to talk about anything, or nothing at all. Life is good and bad and moving too fast, and I think writing about my feelings will be a healthy thing to do. Some of it - or a lot of it - may be a bit abstract, but I love talking about movies, music, philosophy, writing poems, and practicing the skill of conveying what I'm feeling in words! 

If you think you would relate to a lowly graduate student living alone, listening to Hegel's analyses while doing computer science homework in a 21st century post-modern society crumbling under it's own hubris, then welcome!

Location: Atlanta, GA, USA

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