Formally graduated today. Grand ceremony: reading of the name, walking ‘cross the stage, handshakes, and “hooding” of doctors. I felt nothing. Maybe numb disbelief.

Three years ago it started. Usually, with new experiences, time crawls, then gallops as novelty turns to routine. Here, no. Every day was worth a week. I likewise imagine that, by dint of analogue, time spent having carrion tear out one’s innards does not fly by either.


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