And fading like a rose
I dreamed I was at university in Russia, partly involved in a play whose title was The Holly and the Ivy, and the student with the yew tree throwing roots down around the frame of his bed was a pre-Christian Loki. For the first day of class, I was asked to write "a science-fiction essay." I guess it's autumn.
no subject
I hope Loki was a good class/dormmate, at least. I'd imagine he'd at least not be bouncing basketballs loudly in the middle of the night, like some people I was forced to share a hall with one year. Was he dating Sigyn at the time?