I see a mansard roof through the trees
I see a salty message written in the eaves
The ground beneath my feet
The hot garbage and concrete
And now the tops of buildings, I can see them too
The Argentines collapse in defeat
The admiralty surveys the remnants of the fleet
The ground beneath their feet
Is a nautically-mapped sheet
As thin as paper
While it slips away from view
-lyrics by Ezra Koenig
While I slave away with exam preparation, this song from Vampire Weekend's freshman album keeps me hanging on, ever so tenously, to sanity with its merengue beat and cheerfulness. I may pore over Legalines and cases on Westlaw, but I look forward to sailing on the Potomac and hanging out in Georgetown. Per aspera ad astra!