And all of these moments
Just might find their way into my dreams tonight
But I know that they'll be gone
When the morning light sings
And brings new things
For tomorrow night you see
That they'll be gone too
Too many things I have to do

-Jack Johnson

I've been able to chill a bit in the past few hours. Singing along to Jack Johnson in a shockingly tone-deaf manner, making tea, reading my history text book.

I think part of the attraction history has for me is that there are gaps. I read about the Bayeux tapestry yesterday. It is a tapestry that depicts the Norman conquest of England, with explanations of the pictures in latin. There are about 8 meters missing at the end of it. There are some pretty educated guesses as to what those last sections said, but it still is open to imagination. Maybe there were DINOSAURS! Just kidding. Sorta.

The lives of the average citizen were not well documented. I guess that's why we have historical fiction, which I thoroughly despise. It infringes on my right to imagine things my own way. History is the closest thing to fantasy that I really enjoy.
Not that I don't like fantasy as a genre, just that most of it sacrifices good writing for having these overly complex, completely ludicrous story lines.

So I'm off to class to learn things, and then I'm back to Elmira to move horse back home. I don't think I have the $ for this....