A little of what is going on in here

Sometimes, the thing you want to write most about is the very thing you want no one else to read. You want to write it down, with loops and flourishes, or perhaps chicken scratched on a piece of waste paper, fold it up, stuff it inside a drawer and then never ever remember it.

Or perhaps tear it up in shreds and hide it in the lane behind the college.

Dear college, you haven of secret whispers and dreams. You are a warm hug, you are my solace and sanctuary, my friend, my first love, my constant love, and, as I once promised you, my most favourite place on earth.

Darling, darling Presi, you shall always be my most favourite place on earth, wherever I end up going.