2001-07-14 - 3:40 p.m.

I feel like a different person, a feather, nothing more than the dancing pattern of lights made from a disco ball. But when I really sit down to think about it, I realize that we are not immortal. These days, I feel as beautiful as a god, but ten times as ephemeral.

One more thing: Yesterday my summer school teacher defined "apathy" for a student, giving the definition for empathy. She says she is an English teacher, but I can't imagine how.