![]() And there-a sprawling lawn where my first rock band survived a disastrous performance. And there-the cafeteria where I consumed mass quantities of grilled peanut-butter-and-jelly sandwiches. Over there-the classrooms in which I tried to comprehend Donne, Dostoyevsky, and Derrida. I don't believe in ghosts, but the ol' alma mater is haunted with memories. Recently, I set up shop in a new office on the campus of the university I attended several years ago. If you could, what memories would you delete?
0 Comments
Leave a Reply. |
AuthorWrite something about yourself. No need to be fancy, just an overview. ArchivesCategories |