I want to know, I want to go, I'm all alone

[sovay]

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 It's more out of date than my driver's license.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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[sovay]

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?

You did not! That's wonderful. What does he do?

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

Until very recently, he worked at Merriam-Webster. He was my boss when MW was creating its collegiate encyclopedia. But he's also interested in music, theater, translating things from German, running, and traveling in South America with very little money. At least, those are all things he does. What's so appealing about him is he's very interested in any intellectual or creative endeavors that anyone should happen to talk to him about. He'd be in awe of your accomplishments with classical languages and would love that you've named a satellite. He liked Cavafy. He has a **look** I think you'd like: lean, slightly febrile seeming, gentle manners but intense in speaking/gazing.