Wednesday 8 June 22
I miss sitting next to each other on deserted wooden benches of the campus, focusing all my attention on that part of my back that touches the bench, pressing my backbone into it. I miss leaving alone the voices that the air carries heavily, forgetting my eardrums, and instead, sending down all the nerves to the spine, listening to the viberations that the back of the bench carries along. I miss cherishing the viberations that penetrate into my flesh, that reach my heart sooner than any murmuring could ever reach any ear.