mulling at Yale

sitting in New Haven coffee shops and watching the Yale world go by made me ache for Oxford. There’s something deeply nostalgic about watching an Oxford-like university town continue on across the pond, when Oxford is empty of students and university chatter. I envy their hurried conversations about physics assessments and paper deadlines – not, of course, their imminent finals. So we are probably mutually envious – they’d probably despair of me, people-watching at them without much significant to do.


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