A sobering flashback to times past: a long weekend spent in the company of old friends, and now just hours later, back in the Big Empty, listening to the soundtrack that shaped my musical life more than six or seven years ago, and suddenly, everything’s very serious once again. No more drinking, no more raving — back to the books; facing up to the harsh reality of why we’re here, once all the revelry is done. Time to once again try to face this monstrous challenge of academia.
Uni is a new world, and it can seem that everything in it is geared to highlighting that fact — that it is completely different from anything experienced thus far. Our past lives of secondary education — or whatever — are left behind for this one, and they become very separate: Uni time, and holiday time, where holidays are a return to the old world. But when they come together, we have this strange merger; these rare moments of refreshing familiarity when two very different states cross over — mix in lots of alcohol, and suddenly when they separate out once again, and we’re left with the here-and-now, the very real, very present New, it’s something of a rude awakening. And now once again the friends are distant, in some remote place; the worlds divergent again.
I think that’s why it feels so euphoric at the time, because we are made to think that we’ve lost this past — that it is just that: the past — but when we’re reminded in such an overt way that we still have these connections and these friends and these experiences, it’s a huge subconscious jolt. But one for which I am very grateful.
“Think where man’s glory most begins and ends,
And say my glory was I had such friends.” –Yeats