It's been raining almost non-stop for the past I dunno how many days. And when the sun finally comes up and it stops raining for one night, I don't know whether to feel grateful, or ask the rain to return.

School hasn't been the best. But one more month. Just one more month more. I've never been more glad to leave an institution and a course more than now.

Changes: changes in the air. They don't make sense. Internal paradigm shifts matching external ones? Maybe. The world smells of a sleeping state, of hibernation, as if whatever had led up from Samhain to New Year decided to retreat, and calm down, leaving the tinge of fear still in the air, creating the taste of dormancy.

Still can't find my drum case. Damned. And it smells of goat. Gotta sun it soon.

Exhausted.

When I dream, I sometimes remember how to fly.
When we dream, sometimes we remember. When we awake, we always forget.
- Sandman Volume 7

How poignantly true. Where are my wings?

Someone over at as_it_were brought up the topic of poly-weres, of whether it's possible for a were to be not of one type, but not a hybrid, either. This might bring in the topic of multiplicity. But one of the comments holds true, too: that we can have only one theriotype, essentially, and that all others are similar to totemic connections that shifts its own paradigms as we do.

Mm...