My mind fascinates me. It is crazy how whenever I am up here, I immediately whip out my journal or my book and bury my face in it for the entirety of my time on this roof. Yeah, I haven’t been reaching for my cell phone, but isn’t what I am doing just a slightly healthier version of that? Why are we looking for escape from our minds so often? Is it weird that I don’t turn to nature and my meditative mind when boredom arises, or is it normal? What is it with me and silence, it’s like I’m afraid to do nothing, but in retrospect when I think about it, nothing is what I want, whenever I am busy.