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"Alone" Edgar Allen Poe

From childhood's hour I have not been
As others were; I have not seen
As others saw; I could not bring
My passions from a common spring.
From the same source I have not taken
My sorrow; I could not awaken
My heart to joy at the same tone;
And all I loved, I loved alone.
Then- in my childhood, in the dawn
Of a most stormy life- was drawn
From every depth of good and ill
The mystery which binds me still:
From the torrent, or the fountain,
From the red cliff of the mountain,
From the sun that round me rolled
In its autumn tint of gold,
From the lightning in the sky
As it passed me flying by,
From the thunder and the storm,
And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

Saw this poem today and I remembered why I liked it so much.

Anyway, this weekend has mostly been spent sleeping and preparing a 15 oral presentation on the portrait of Louis XIV by Hyacinthe Rigaud that I have to give tomorrow in my painting class, at the Louvre, standing in front of the actual painting. The idea is cool but the reality is more work than I really want to do.

In addition to school work, I spent the evening going back and forth to the laundromat. Walking down the street on my way there, I saw a man leading a string of donkeys dressed up as reindeer. Completely random group of donkeys under holiday lights, next to cars and trucks and parking meters, and no one pays them any mind. Next there was a couple in the laundromat making out while waiting for their clothes to dry. Public place, brightly lit and not at all empty, and this girl just climbs on her boyfriend's lap and—you get the point. These are the images that stuck with me throughout the day, for some reason.

Food from home that I found myself missing today: chicken pot pie and popcorn. In addition to burritos, which I've been missing since I got here.