I almost can’t believe that I’m more than halfway through my first semester in college. No matter how late I stay up, the days seem progressively shorter. Everything feels like a blur—a good blur of red leaves, midterms, and late night philosophical talks extending into the sunrise. A month of frustrations and confessions, of love and love-nots, of being and becoming. This is self-creation, an art piece in the works. It’s been a mere thirty days, but measured in the tears that I’ve cried because of Nietzsche or the pictures I’ve taken from the 13th floor of the SciLi, it feels like a decade. I’ve experienced hurricanes, socialites, and His Holiness, and how all that could possibly have happened in a month is unbelievable. This is a month of now.

This is October to me.

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