Day 315: Last Night on Earth

Many years ago in New Haven we had a party night called "the last night on earth" as many of us were departing for various summer projects or jobs, and it was likely we'd not see each other again.

A couple years after that I deliberately broke several friendships because I thought I had to. And, to complete the process of pupation that was just beginning then in a final spiral toward my decision to end my academic career, I suppose I did in fact need to. But for the past six years I have missed those friends gravely, and felt a terrible wound in my soul for how I chose to deal with that situation.

This weekend I got a chance to start to fix it.