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 It's more out of date than my driver's license.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

And now it's shifted back to "definitely not Fall". Not unexpected, but still, frownyface.

[sovay]

Not unexpected, but still, frownyface.

Seriously.

[ladymondegreen.livejournal.com]

May the cats keep you anchored in the now, and keep the ghosts from the foot of your bed, and from your dreams.

[asakiyume.livejournal.com]

You really sound like you're in an excellent location.

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.

[selidor]

I empathise. Universities seem to hold sheaves of ghosts. The one near my parents' house grows more every time I wander by. May the purring of cats be a particularly effective bulwark to hold you to the present. (And hopefully Autolycus isn't too fond of 6 am wake-up-and-feed-me calls).

[sovay]

May the cats keep you anchored in the now, and keep the ghosts from the foot of your bed, and from your dreams.

Thank you. Each is sleeping in a different windowsill of my bedroom as we speak, so nothing can get by them.

[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?

[sovay]

Universities seem to hold sheaves of ghosts. The one near my parents' house grows more every time I wander by.

That does sound difficult.

(And hopefully Autolycus isn't too fond of 6 am wake-up-and-feed-me calls).

He used to go off like an alarm with dawn, which was very difficult, but now that I've installed blackout curtains in both windows he only starts trying to wake me around nine at the earliest and when he sees that it has no effect generally leaves off and settles back in with me for another round of sleep. Fingers crossed that this state of affairs persists, because I am finally sleeping more than two hours a night! Hestia sleeps at the foot of the bed and does not attempt to wake me; just leaps alertly for the kitchen once she sees that I'm conscious.

Thank you.

[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.