明天宗教考试。
今晚还要选课。
又到了半年一度不知道major啥的时间了。
I'm thinking about ECON
But I hate Maths.
I'm thinking about Phil.
But Job hates Phil.
I'm thinking about Econ and Phil.
But Job would hate me.
I'm thinking about Econ and Maths.
But I hate Maths.
I'm thinking about Econ and Applied Maths.
But I hate Maths.
Now I'm thinking about what I'm gonna think.
Now I'm thinking about you.
Now I'm thinking about what you gonna think about me.
Now I'm thinking about you.
Now I'm thinking about all the meaningless in the world like Chrisitan thinking about God like Jewish thinking about God like I'm thinking about how ridiculous they are thinking about God.
Now I'm thinking how ridicuouls I am thinking about God.
Now I'm thinking about a summer.
A summer day.
A lot of summer days.
Now I'm thinking about how I never wander in a summer day.
But I wander in mist here.
Sometimes, often, a lot, always.
Mist over the south has become a symbol already.
So what does it represent?
So what's behind the mist?
Now, I'm wandering without thinking.
But I'm thinking about thinking.
STOP.