A few days ago I realised that my thoughts can no longer be gleaned from just my pen and paper entries. They are scattered over paper, email, chat and there is so much that just races around my head and takes away my sleep.

Which is good. This is what the philosophy summer school promised, anyway.

So let me begin from there. The last thought on the last day of the 15 day summer school that was so crucial to my mental journey- that of playing with a text.  I will test that idea over this period, as I take my year off, finally, and work for ten months (at a 'job' that I am not allowed to blog about), and apply for another degree next year. But not just any degree- I look forward to the entire process because I'm finally going to be applying with the attitude I wish I had the maturity to identify in my two earlier stints of studenthood.

If the tone of the first few posts jar, forgive me. It has been over a year since I last blogged or wrote coherently. Which is not to say that anything I write in here must necessarily be coherent. But the attempt shall be there.

Peace. And Justice. As a friend said.