Nov 5.

11/5/2025 11:32. Correspondence 78

It's 11:32. I sit here in the small shared kitchen for all 200 people in this kitchen across the hall from the laundry room. I sit in the kitchen because there is nowhere to sit in the laundry room, where my clothes spin as we speak. It is just one of the many long, late nights I have had and will have this week. 

I signed up for classes today. A working schedule full of interesting things and engaging classes. As well as a scuba diving class. Why? Because it's a scuba diving class. 

I saw the face on the moon today. I have never before. It was large and stunning. It was kind yet uncaring. I noticed the haunted eye of our orbiter on my walk back to my dorm from fencing. I was drained and sore, and the moon only seemed to steal more. They made me start thinking about friends. I wish I could see the future. I wish I could control the end. Don't we all. 

If I seem out of it, it is most likely because I am. So many thoughts and so many steps and so many things. Long days and heavy eyes. 

Yet my clothes still spin.

Goodnight, my dear friends. 

Calvin Landreth