Already through that hazy lens.

I really like the word palimpsest. And I like palimpsests.

Little TS.

I'm starting to look at things as if they're already slipping into memory.

I will miss the many campus gargoyles who give expression to the feeling of drowning in graduate school.

And early mornings on campus, when no one's around yet. Which means nine a.m. sometimes. Wash U sleeps late!

And my own street, late at night.