i think i know how Dante felt. i walk among the troubled souls, burdening under the toils of a new world, realizing my own trials that await me in the near future. only difference is Dante dropped some hot shit for science whereas i am writing this at 1:50 in the morning with what i am sure is a semicoherent parlence not unlike james joyce's in Finnigan's Wake. i travel not through an inferno but what has been dubbed "the real world" which is a amalgamation of school/work/administrative shuffling/romantic follies/accrued debt/mismatched socks/neighborhood shootings/taillight repairs/exponentially overpriced trucker hats/etc. i find these things but what i really want to find is a good party. thats just how it is right now. shallow aint it...