Summer 19

The warming days brought a sense of things ending. We were all headed towards an unstructured uncertainty, buoyed along by the final rush of studying, graduation, the surreal dissonance of family meeting friends meeting more friends for the first time. We don't know if this is the last time. Everything happened all at once and then it was over.

I wrote very little in this period, and spent a week locked up in my room recalling these days in a frenzy later.