Away with you, but come back, before I realize that I've lost where I am.

Everything seems to flow away so quickly now, and takes its time to come back around.

Freshmen, turned seniors, almost three times since I last cared. So short to me, eternity for them.

My letter came. I sent it to myself ages ago. I wished myself a good day, but the expectations ran high.

Too long before I left the land of institutionalized learning. Everything moved ahead so much while I was there.

I want to stop thinking about it. I want to think I can make it big somehow. But those sorts of things are for the young, the ones to whom three years is forever.

I can't imagine a world before instant transfer, where hearing the sound would mean a trip outside, a purchase and a gamble wrought in anticipation, in hopes that a kindred vibration would be found. I would not say I would avoid such a transaction, it is all worth is when the vibration first plays, the swell that surges along the edge of my diaphragm, the wonder that sends unadulterated chemicals in my brain. And yet, the limitations before the communication of digits, would have kept me from experiencing a day like yesterday, where a wealth of kindred vibrations were given me; I sat in a desk and vicariously felt the thrill of success.