27 April 2015

Last summer I drove to Berkeley and ate a bag of mushrooms beneath the campus clocktower. I walked around in the dark for hours, climbing on walls and trees and befriending stray cats. I even called my little sister and had a long conversation as the sun came up. It was really cool.

One memory sticks out more than any other: I remember wandering over to the library in the center of campus where they have newspapers from all over the world hung up in these plastic display frames. And as I stood there reading them, I thought, “Man. I really have absolutely no idea what’s going on anywhere.”

Today I realized this has not changed at all!