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I deleted a great portion of what I posted yesterday. It's time for me to accept that my "artistic" days are over and done and dead. And it's also time for me to accept that I don't really care any more.

Somewhere at the end of grade 12, I went out for a walk at lunchtime with Irene. It was a glorious, sunny day, not very humid, but very warm. I told her I was going to study physics at U of T, and she was shocked. She said they'd kill the artist in me.

Well, here's to prophecy come to pass. Cheers.