Calling out at a Canyon

Gentlemen,

It has come to my attention, as a sudden surge of mystification followed by regret, that where our once proud and tall pillar of intellect and comradery stood be now cursed by debris and silence. Gone whereth had our original ambitions, and gone whereth had our pretentious self-declared superiority led us?

Back in the beginning, when we were editing footages of Terrence falling into a river in Video Club, there was a and a necessarily subtle understanding of how each of us stood out, among all the walking zombie sheeps of memes and contemporary trends. Each of us stood out because we see things, we thought, and we questioned, on top of looking, hearing, and nodding. We formed the Vigils of Reason in the initiative of making changes, or, at the time, of preparing to make changes.

However, since the partially successful but short-lives revival attemped followed by infiltration of Captain Quacky whom the identity I have no clue of, our league was left in the dust as each of us discovered, pursued, and expanded our ideals and expressed those ideals in the decisions that we made and the manner of which we lived out our lives.

It had been nearly 4 years since our last actual post.

What's changed about you? What did you look back and realize you've been holding dear to your heart the entire time?

What now?


Jeffrey Shen
June 12'th, 2014, Thursday, University of California, San Diego,

rethinking the the role of formal education in my life.