when someone we know dies, we all die, in a way, i think. like, those memories that person had of us, they are gone. maybe that person was the only one who had those specific memories, and now that they've died, they're gone. consequently, that part of us, that was kept alive in that memory, is also dead. this idea doesn't make me as sad as i though it would

driving is exhausting

had a lot of coffee today. feeling mad anxious! yeah

sat at the spanish-speaking table with the ta from spain, who is also in my memoir class. he seems lonely. must be hard living in suburban pennsylvania, especially if your from a different country. doesn't help he teaches, which would automatically make people look at him different, even though he is a student. anyway, he seems nice. might try to make more of an effort to get dinner with him on the days he has that table. it's not require that people who are taking spanish attend that table, like it is with those who take french, so his table is always empty. i think that by talking spanish with him, i can, in a way that could very well be marginal or even nonexistent, help him. like, maybe it'll make him feel better to speak his language. i don't know, but the idea of helping him in that way seems nice. and kind