Warning: This post is entirely Save the Date spoilers. If you haven’t played it, please go do that before you read this. Here’s a link. At the request of a friend, I played — or read, or whatever you do with visual novels — Save the Date a couple weeks ago. That recommendation may have been the biggest reason I took Save the Date the way I did. “Play it,” was basically all this guy told me. No explanation or disclaimer or anything. All I knew was that he had just lost his best friend, and — with that in
Tag: goodbyes
Soft Reset
It’s that time of year. Well, one of those that times. Time for a reset. The stress of research papers, exams, final projects distracts you enough not to really see it coming. Then, suddenly, it’s right there staring you in the face: the end. The end for now, anyway. Did you have the chance to say goodbye to everyone you met over the semester? To throw a thank you at the professors who inspired you and really taught you something? To just take in the atmosphere of the campus, the place — the community — that you won’t be a
See You, January
A very good friend of mine shared this the other day, originally from The Winter of the Air: Sometimes you’re 23 and standing in the kitchen of your house making breakfast and brewing coffee and listening to music that for some reason is really getting to your heart. You’re just standing there thinking about going to work and picking up your dry cleaning. And also more exciting things like books you’re reading and trips you plan on taking and relationships that are springing into existence. Or fading from your memory, which is far less exciting. And suddenly you just don’t feel
Single-serving Friends
I have this problem. I hope I’m not the only one. Maybe you have it too. You see, the internet has spoiled me. In a digital world, when I meet someone kind or interesting or inspiring, there is always some URL involved — or an e-mail address, a screen name, a gaming handle — some way to find this person again. Staying in connected, if you choose to, is a matter of a few keyboard strokes or mouse clicks. Easy peasy. The real world doesn’t work like that, and that bums me out. I find that I always meet the