Captured purely by chance, I thought nothing of it at first. Now it holds me, and it won’t let go.
Arrested. (But still drifting away obstinately.)
Chapter closed, on to the rest of my life. I’ll miss the giant vintage desk, the hideous curtains redeemed by the Stax Records poster, the bookshelves covering the walls corner to corner, the closet kept perpetually open because of the mirror inside, the lack of a shower, the baths taken daily, the grill in the dingy kitchen and the pesky smoke detectors, the heaviest gate in the world, making toast with my flatmate at 3am, the Rear Window view into undergrads’ rooms, and our massive “World’s greatest fl(e)at” sign. Bye Fyfield, I loved you much.
