I thought about how I rode my bicycle around the other day at dusk, trying to remember what it was like when I first came here. What it was like walking around. The buzz of all the young people. The buildings that seemed then enormous and unknown, almost unknowable. The truth is I can't remember really what it was like to feel that young here.
Memory is just fragments.
The tactile feeling is gone. Yet I do remember my first day. Sitting in David Walker's office. Talking about classes. Thinking that this was what a real professor must look like.