When will my spring come? When shall I be as the swallow, that I may sing and not be silent? I have lost the Muse in silence, and Apollo regards me not.
~Pervigilium Veneris
This is me. I had a fabulous Homecoming weekend, but now everything seems flat and barely worth going through. I'm alone. I have nothing much to say. I am tired and oversocialized. I have no perspective.
And I can't even talk about it. What is there to say?
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