View from the 3rd floor (photos taken by gina pina)It was oddly beautiful outside yesterday. It was so dreary and foggy that you couldn't see downtown from my top floor, only layers of blue sky. I stared out the window for a while imaging that I was in a very small world, that reached only as far as my eye could see. Everything I needed was right by me, and everything I feared was far far away (not even in my city). I'm trying to find my way through this fog, but its hard to see the point (even after watching The Point). Rockman says "You see what you want to see, and you hear what you want to hear." Could this be true?
