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Locked in revolving thoughts, but not quite enough to keep me from self-cultivation.

Attended a lecture by epistemologist Dr. John Greco this afternoon on virtue-based epistemology. It was interesting . . . and it was nice to focus the mind on something theoretically abstract for a while.

Still, such thoughts fade and turn, again, toward uncertain nonsenses. Not like I want to focus, not like I even want to share it . . . but I try, here, to write through it.

Listened to Kaki King's "these are the armies of the tyranized" while walking to class this morning. Fell asleep listening to Katsuhiko Maeda's (Worlds End Girlfriend) Hurtbreak Wonderland and Farewell Kingdom albums last night. Dreamt I was in a hotel, on vacation with my family . . . parents & brother were running out to pick up dinner or something, and I looked out a window into a verdant, hilly landscape with an overcast sky.

Walked closer to get a wider perspective, and witnessed a tornado form in the distance. At first it seemed to travel away from where I was, but soon it turned around and came right at my location. It tore through the wall of the hotel--but it was pathetically tiny, such that the destruction it caused, though vigorous, was confined to, perhaps, a width of a foot, straight from one side of the room to the other. I easily avoided it, simply awed by the odd beauty of splintering wood caused by this small, meticulous-moving pillar reaching into heaven.

My parents returned, and we left. Sat in the back seat of the family minivan, gazing out the window at a forest road occasionally punctuated by a turned-over car every few hundred yards.

This dream felt . . . relaxing.