I wrote this two weeks ago, in the early morning a few hours before my academic career would end. Too tired to find my notebook, I settled for the back of an envelope on my desk. I remember at this point being extremely saddened, not because I had only slept a handful of hours in the last two days but because I felt some remorse for perhaps not giving school the respect I should have. Anyway, it is difficult to say what emotions brought this on. A delirium, an hallucination or epiphany?
“I feel it, I really do. It brings chills to my spine, like standing on the edge of a subway platform, it is only a matter of time before you’re taken away. We tend to always want to be somewhere other than here, this place, this time, this feeling. Hope gives us a reason to believe that there is something out here that will be more comfortable. But history dictates a different story, refuses to give in because tomorrow is always only a few short steps from today and a stones throw from yesterday. The train stations fly by and the doors welcome you each time the bell tolls. Does this one look like the place you are looking for?”