Very occasional musings of several not-so-recent Harvard grads as they embark on their chosen careers and adjust to no longer being single.
22 January 2004
Will I ever find a way to fill the hole the moment after a book is finished? When there's no next page to turn and no more words to read... All that's left is that last sentence, and no note to write it on, no door to slide it under, and no one who'd read what I wrote.
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