I spent two hours after class today conversing with a familiar face. No one I really know. Or knew. All that had really passed between us before were hellos or quips about the banalities of mandatory discussion sessions with inept T.A.s. It was revealing and reassuring: I'm not the only one abandoned by perspective. I kept trying to think of reasons to leave, but she'd say something so resonant that I'd forget my task and remain, her willing captive. And the loveliness of the sun filtered through our words as they crossed the space between us. It's strange, too; do I call her friend? There's something enticing about letting it hang as a detailed discourse of the masked secrets and inner monologues of our daily lives, a spot of light bobbing in darkness. I doubt if we'll ever speak at any great length again. This world is so fantastic.