Dec 04, 2007 01:58
The midnight walk to the library, wind buffeting me, the laptop-carrying kid wearing too little clothes for this kind of weather, is an utterly pathetic practice. My aegis, tiny an aegis as it might be, is only that the girl next to me wrote 3 lines in the past 2 hours to my page and a half. It is a tiny aegis, but it is mine.
Leave a comment
Comments 1
Reply
Leave a comment