I want to know, I want to go, I'm all alone
It's dangerous. The sky shifted weight last night from summer; the air tastes like autumn again. Today I wore a jacket, walking around with a computer bag over my shoulder. I live by myself in a two-room apartment in a brick building less than ten minutes' walk from the campus of a major university; I cut through academic yards to get where I'm going. I keep being asked for my student ID. I haven't owned one since 2008. It's more out of date than my driver's license. Fall is always a ghost season, but it's especially acute where I am right now. I did not have cats in New Haven. Autolycus is grooming himself on the chair next to me and it doesn't matter if the quality of electric light on off-white walls is the same; I didn't have this purring ten years ago.

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Did I ever tell you that a friend and former boss of mine, an eccentric, lively, interesting person, has Autolycus as his non-work email name? When I saw it, I immediately thought of you. And then I thought that if the two of you were ever to meet, you'd almost certainly find each other interesting.
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You did not! That's wonderful. What does he do?
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