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Oh, boy! it was time to go off to outdoor school, and everyone was in the area waiting for the bus, I saw my really good friends (I missed them so) and they were dressed quite sharply, and all the while I was aware that I had left my luggage back at home, but I didn’t feel too worried about it, not till it was time to head out.

In a state of disarray and dispersal, I went to the 9/11 memorial in lower Manhattan, looked down into the square pits, lined with rivulets of water, observed the sculpture that had been extracted from the wreckage, and was calmed by the how the sunlight struck the shopping mall next door, which looked utopian in its pinkish glass.

Noting that around 4/16 I started a reading project concerning modern aesthetics. Ulp.