Applying Elliott Smith to Library Science

As I sat down tonight with my cup of tea to read the required articles for this week, I noted how old they were – by no means a deviation from this semester’s norm. For some reason, the next thing that happened was the title line popped into my head “everything means nothing to me”.

My synapses are poignant as fuck. (Hi, Mom.)

It seems all the articles I’m reading are horribly outdated, and I’m just not taking them seriously anymore. I’m not sure why my brain connected my frustration to Elliott Smith’s song, but it was kind of neat.

Now I have to go play that song, so it isn’t stuck in my head all night.

  1. oh weird. i totally just listened to that song on my way home. i was listening to figure eight and started imagining my own death. god i miss elliot smith.

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