Fall break has ended. I say ended but my program didn’t get a fall break so what I really mean is everyone else finally came back to class.
My studies consist of reading, then reading, some writing, some talking, but then more reading, and to do so I need a chair. I want it to be comfortable and in hopes of finding one, I wander.
My quest has taken me to many unexplored corners of campus that apparently are only unexplored to me. Some give up the search and just take what they find.
I have at times found the perfect chair, then found it wasted on the unappreciative (the young), set in the wrong location, and while empty… still unavailable.
I think its the case with all of us who wander, that there is somewhere inside, or even somewhere quite literal, where we are supposed to be. We are simply searching for it, or more likely, avoiding it.