Chris Chan, Harry Potter fanatic, fanboy extreme. Play Quidditch. Star Wars, LOTR, TV, whatever. Whether vice or virtue, I'm passionate to the bone.
Even kids know there are ends to each duration. Days are simple enough. At the very edges, you could count by the measures of awake and asleep. But for you and me, we were working on a different edge then that had one final segment. I hadn’t thought that it would be marked by the white and green ferry. Right then, hearing you, I knew once we got off the boat, our day would be over. We would be over. If the point of the day had been to prolong the moment, our missing the ferry only increased the time we had together, however small in retrospect. This was our time. Start on one side. End on the other. Here we were, together preparing for the end. “Yeah sure. Whatever,” I said. I wanted there to be something to hold in my memory from all this even if it meant some dumb little snap back on my part. But it could have been anything: a shell from the beach, a kiss. Whatever.
FRAGMENTVM “Blue Is a Cold Number #1”
Liberi quidem sciunt cuique spatio, ut scilicet ita diebus, esse fines, nam dormiturus potest quando ac quantum sit somnum metari. Nobis tamen una pars ante finem manebat cum in alba viridique nave trans flumen navigavimus ignari dum te audita intellego finem nave relicta esse venturum. Obvii finem ibamus. Si iter ad tempus trahendum faceremus, prima nave amissa tempus plus trahebatur, quam minime, ut nunc opinor, tale enim erat nostrum tempus: proximo fine excesso ulteriorem mox transgrediamur. Disiuncti esse parabamus; “Sic,” inquam, “Si libet.” Stultus volebam aliquid leve memoriae comprehendere, quid sit nihil refert, utrum concha litore an basium. Si libet.
Learning that there’s a big difference between being someone who talks about Latin to students and a Latin Teacher. I’ve got a lot of work to do to be the latter.