i keep going back to the poster in my tenth grade science class, one of a number of classes that year that i failed abysmally due to investing greater energies in developing my appreciation for electronic music and intensely affectionate strangers:
one's mind, once stretched by a new idea, never regains its original dimensions.aside from an excursion to consume junk food and criticise other people's creative writing, and another to watch a documentary about the excess of unnecessary noise in israel's urban environments, i was relatively focused and studied long into the night.
-- oliver wendell holmes
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