I watched the Oprah Winfrey Documentary with Elie Wiesel about his book Night in English today. I was totally sobered after that--I think I failed a chem quiz for my simple feeling of not caring.
My two hours of art cheered me up a bit, but then I had to subject myself to a full hour of reading the actual book, Night, for a reading quiz tomorrow. I'm still not done and its totally horrifying but I cant seem to put it down.
There are no words for how staggering the lack of words is to describe this book. Language is not capable of it.
I'm struck by a total lack of life right now. Why the hell should my midterm studies matter when this shit is going on in the world right now?? Why should anything matter? Our daily struggles seem so petty.
I can't find the answer. I feel quite listless.
Currently~
Mood: faithless
Music: Childlike, Wildlike--Jason Mraz
Video: Sweet About Me--Gabriella Cilmi
Lit: Night--Elie Wiesel
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