I recited a poem in front of people and there was much rejoice. yay! My inni-Drake came out and it was rappy and crappy. I am now just staring at the wall as a woman sleeping in my bed snores as she much be a physicist too with nowhere to go and nothing to do. I am just imaging that. I miss Maria a lot. I am still waiting but logically she will no arrive. The emotion crap part is waiting for her; tough luck emotions she ain’t gonna show ever again. This is the first time I ended up in the crazy house in saskatoon. I ran into Ravi who is Maria’s friend too and he verified. His friend was taken to that place too. I also had Karla visit me and my good friends from indigineous students’ council lounge get kicked out as it was no visiting hours. I never had visitors again. I had taken photos of maria the last night I walked with her. We walked from 12 and clarence to downtown at night and I took pictures. She said she wanted a nice photo for her mom. I used film as she was kind of wanting good pics not that all photos are bad digitally but you can tell. I remember next day sitting in the dark rooms waiting for the film to dry and to make contact sheets and seeing awesome nice pics. There was a lot of smiling. I guess the beginning of a beautiful friendship. And we’d laugh. I had always expected that something could go wrong. Knowing her for about 6 years was good enough to know her. What I am trying to say is i dreamed of her meaning my brain is still producing sensations relating to her having existed in my life. Thanks Maria for the wonderful memories, I suppose you could say you still exist in my brain. If I thought there was an afterlife i would say shit about that and seeing you in hell or something. Since I am not a fan of untestable hypothesis i can only remember you standing and talking in your accent about canoeing again. I have since sold that canoe. It’s been more than ten years. I should really move on and get a hooker or worse a girlfriend.
Enough of this stuff and back to work on geometry, topology and quantum information and grassmannians.
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