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 It's more out of date than my driver's license.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

Comments

[choco_frosh]

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

[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).