"I find myself becoming sentimental about... the whiff of Lysol & ink, the stack of someone's homemade zines on the sink, & this very stairwell, in which I have regularly pleaded for student loan deferrals & set up pelvic exams. I have said goodbye enough times to know that departure has a way of gilding what are, at best, slow quotidian deaths, but still each time I think of everything I will lose."
— Nov 26, 2024 04:47PM
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