the town of a 100 spires

The praha blog, as I consciously affirm will likely both end and start here, perhaps to some form of resurrection in the near future. My typing must be furtive and cadenced for a roommate sleeps less than 3 feet away from my bed. Praha is amazing cold literary, smoky, cobblestoney, thronged with tourists, checkered in Czechs ,tramvajs , Ahoj! The post communist revolution? Has the culture really changed? How! How not?
Today I got stung by a mysterious creature while attempting to pose for a picture on a giant life size chest set, in the Pilsner Urquell brewery. Middle thumb stung like a mother for a few minutes. Swoll up red, swoll for the whole day, I hope Im not poisoned horribly… I have been reduducing my peronsality? Am I too negative, socially inept, blocked from attaning emotional connections, too dry in humor, sarcastic? I think Im not funny … like lately I feel like my personality has been drained? Did I get a lobotomy when I wasn’t looking at some point during the summer. I used to be quicker on my feet, wittier, refer to knowledge faster in an applicable way. I don’t know…. I ve felt slightly uncomfortable in my own person, perhaps because im in a new place… Its alarming since I have been happy with me, in that department for a while… but I crave some sort of reaccessment and pray to resurface in a flourishing state. Its like this Nietzsche quote.

"The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself." -Friedrich Nietzsche

By the way I spell "Nietzsche" write effortlessly thanks to a paper I wrote for my friend on Nietzsche sophomore year. 15 pages worth required incessant mention of Nietzsche.