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After my impromptu session with Sophocles in the early hours of this morning (unsatisfying; I was too tired to give him my full attention and therefore we didn't really connect) I went to sleep and had a dream that my best friend from school, whom I haven't spoken to for about a year and a half, had come to visit me in Oxford. We wandered around Broad Street in the dark looking for cocktail bars and she told me she'd become Entz Rep for her church. She doesn't go to church, or at least she didn't back then. But apart from that it was very realistic, and has completely freaked me out for some strange reason, as well as having put me into a weirdly nostalgic frame of mind.
For various reasons, not least the fact that Oxford is an all-consuming bubble completely disconnected from the outside world, I've managed to avoid thinking much about anything else for, well, a while. But today I've been plagued by intrusive thoughts and random bits of deja vu, and it's made me realise that lots of things have changed and lots are still the same - and not in a good way.
Right, going to stop being cryptic and melodramatic now. Oh, and GO ME for posting twice in 24 hours...I'm well on the way to becoming a Proper Geek!
For various reasons, not least the fact that Oxford is an all-consuming bubble completely disconnected from the outside world, I've managed to avoid thinking much about anything else for, well, a while. But today I've been plagued by intrusive thoughts and random bits of deja vu, and it's made me realise that lots of things have changed and lots are still the same - and not in a good way.
Right, going to stop being cryptic and melodramatic now. Oh, and GO ME for posting twice in 24 hours...I'm well on the way to becoming a Proper Geek!