i love walking home when the snow's falling. it's a rare time when new york city descends to a beautiful hush, and tonight reminded me of hearing russell leong, when we met, talking about running on the campus track early in the morning, after it had rained, now evaporating into steam while he stepped over the pink worms that had washed up. that was a fun semester in school–when i was taking a writing class and was pushed to write about anything interesting that happened or was said to me. what happened to that urge? i've been wondering a lot lately if some things are gone for good, or if my mood swings will continue to follow nasdaq. i used to think i had so much agency ...