Soon, the students will be back. Soon, they’ll push open our lavender doors. Tread our lilac-on-red-wine carpets. Their voices with fill the lilac corridors.
Students! Our life! Our chance! Our future! Who make us conduits! Rivers! Who make us seem to flow with knowledge!
Student-innocents, who’ve come from everywhere, from all over the country. God knows, they’ve even come from overseas!
Hope! They bring hope! And let them bring an Indian summer when they arrive for the autumn term! Let them bring an unseasonably warm and summery September!
What must they think when, as we teach, in the middle of our lectures, we go off on some mournful tangent, when we lament the state of things to come …. When we let slip the word, omnicide …. Or the word diabolism …. When we simply look at them mournfully, as if to say, If only you knew what we know … If only you could see …
Work in Progress 