I think we were all of us n that first year at university even if we didn't realise it or articulate or looking for our direction and running mate. I found it in the summer term. I'd changed my major from history to literature which seemed like a focus of enquiry that suited me and I hope still does. I also found someone to fall in love with which is something we should continually strive to do..
The object of my affections had a Suzanne Vega poster on the wall of her School of Residence bedroom. I can remember everything in there as vividly as if I'm sitting there now. Her bedspread. Her clothing heaped up in an unsightly but incredibly desirable and captivating pile. Her pillow which we laid down together and lay our heads on and gaze at each other in rapture,
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