Welcome to Memoirs from the Mount, a weekly adventure through the twisting catacombs of my ever-decaying stream of consciousness. From the solitary peak of Mount Fuji to the cascading slopes of Mount Timpanogos, I'm sending a telegram of my perspective on current events surrounding BYU athletics.
Night settles into its depth as I find myself in sleep's chokehold.
Tossing, rolling, writhing, I struggle to gather composure as my subconscious mind grinds the throttle into overdrive. With the opening of the football season creeping ever closer to the present day -- chomping at the days between with jaws wide open and teeth like X-ACTO knives and a craze in its eyes that vows to reach you -- I've struggled to think of much else.