Met with someone from admissions today. Went very well. Should know in two to three weeks if I was accepted.

It is absolutely insane how strongly I feel the presence of Lucifer here on Berkeley’s Holy Hill, among all these churches and seminaries. Here he is the shade beneath every tree, the cool darkness in every empty chapel, the hush of the library. He is the wind that blows the dead leaves along. And most of all he’s in me, black-clad and out of place, wandering between plots of hallowed ground.

I know I am supposed to be here. I just know.