Fragments.

Relax... It doesn't matter, does it? Just a paradigm shift in the mind.

Was nice last night seeing some of my former classmates. Some things change, some things don't.
The school seemed so small compared with the university. Music was too loud as per usual.
Saw some familiar faces, and some unfamiliar ones. Spoke to people I knew, and people I hardly knew. When people are sufficiently drunk, everyone knows everyone.

Some fellow said "I am observing two problems on the dance floor. One is that guys can't dance. The other is that the girls don't care." I don't know, that kind of dry humour makes me smile a little.

And then there are the little things. Like a night without clouds. Like rare sunlight in Autumn.
And it gets cold, and people find their gloves. And it occurs like that in a dream, in fragments, when the leaves fall off the trees. I saw it at a hospital, apples falling down, going to waste on the ground. It seemed a fitting image on a cold day when I thought of all the people whose time is robbed away by illness.

Well, it's quiet. The computer is humming. I listen to a bit of music. I contemplate sleep. And life continues.