December 2011
10 posts
It’s 2:40 in the morning, and only recently did I stumble into this room from my professor’s house. I had too much wine there, way too much, more wine than I can count, or at any rate, more wine than I care to remember. The whole experience, though—the wine and the hours of poetry and the drunken wandering through the night with my companions—has given me an odd feeling of...
