not-magical the real world is, the duller tones, the soothing textures of leaf and branch in the redwoods, even the fucking uphills and downhills of UCSC, the gravity, the shortening days, the days that will lengthen next year, the block universe that flows from past to present to future, the world that's not "outside"; I'm "inside", of the world, I am a heritage of the physical world. I love the world. I love me. I exist. I’m glad to be here.
I've got Perception class soon. We're covering social cognition, I think. But I wouldn't mind if we covered hallucinations, by chance. I already know better :-) <3