It’s a rainy night in Cambridge. We are submerged. Not of rain but of fevers. Desperations. The things we need, not attainable. Still, we seem accomplished to the rest of the world. We talk in a certain way, write highly of ourselves and wear long gowns, and suits underneath, to cover hearts on the brink of explosionBut tonight is a particular type of rainy night.
It is a “rainy night” in.
It’s a rainy night. Stay in yes, but reflect, for a second, not on the academic, but on yourself, as a human being.