It’s too bad I like words. I find myself staring at this page-screen trying to achieve lexical beauty to Shakespearize my modern qualms to romanticise my digital world to capture the Dickensian complexity of my suburban upbringing, but words fail sometimes. They can’t contain this zeitgeist like an iPhone camera can’t capture sea-salted zephyrs or the sedated-yet-warm sunset cloudlight. I’ll try again tomorrow to capture my feelings here. Maybe then I’ll get it right.