I may or may not be back in action.

I just got really freaked out by the internet and by the fact that so much of my person and identity and creativity and time and so many of my words are out there drifting in places where everyone, anyone can see and maybe I no longer even have access to some of these things.

So, existential crisis, as usual, but I'll probably get over it. I should think.

I'm back in Worcester, which is nice. It's been a while, so I almost forget how it was to come back. It was strange.

I miss England in great pangs, but it feels good to be here too. Presence of place and environment.

I need to be finishing Moby Dick right now, as it's midterms time, hence probably why I am posting to deviantart.