I was feeling really anxious at Penn waiting to go home to NJ, a compounding, I think, of having just missed my train (only JUST) and having too much to carry and too much to do in the next few days ;; it’s less than a week before Liftoff!

[ / ] Passing through Perth Amboy, I’m overwhelmed by the smells and sensations of Vassar in fall, of warm Krafted Cup in hand, chilled nights walking past the lake, of smooth paper in notebooks waiting to be filled.

Epilepsy?

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