returning to folds, returning to innocence, a step back onto hallowed ground, back to NU, but not the rocks, but to a long field, green pastures, and plastic, a return to plastic, and then again, later, coming back, to an old friend, one that was there all four years, that i learned, that i loved, and cherished my time spent, that aided and helped, through heartache and pain, troubled times i found solace. that place. wonderful. like no other i've yet to experience. but realizing, taking stock, understanding the understanding, things become clearer, things are clearer and muddied, and they are true and false. but it doesn't deny the curiosity that arises inside, peaked interest, questions that run through heads, what did it mean? why was it said, to what end, to what purpose? but too much thought, too much energy, while it should be spent on recouperation.