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It was very nice to take a weekend off for a fairyland trip into the adobe of unreality, which gave us our diplomas. But now the long endless tunnel looms. Either we walk down into it or, if you prefer, we stay still and let it close in around us and take us step by step to the inevitable. I feel like we are ghosts haunting the places where we once walked alive and happy. I should write down every story, every idea, that comes to mind. I am realizing that I am starting not to remember them anymore. They are running, running out of this world before even being born, through the holes in my memory. For example, I think I had a great idea before today, which I cannot remember now. There was something else I really wanted to write down, half remembered between sleep and waking. Something which I was utterly sure of, now gone, with all the other somethings. I feel the hustle and bustle of everyday life, and toil, start to close in on me, even as I write. No matter what, I intend to enjoy every moment that I can. Too bad I shan't be able to enjoy it with people of my choice. Swarthmore, June 1997 |
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