and then our exile

and so it has come to a close, this morning was the last academic session, discussion on the new mestizas and world-travelling, heidegger and lugones. yesterday after supper was walking around downtown, a record store closing down, writing in a cafe. then, on the way back to the dorms, in the falling evening, i ran into a peace-group vigil, bring the troops home and do it now. i talked to them for some time, about canada and guantanamo bay and penn state activism during the vietnam war, and then trudged up the hill. waving to someone from the group from the sidewalk under a window, then trying to catch fireflies, glowing and flickering in the dark above the grass, under streetlamps and tall trees, and talking about the tragedy of schopenhauer, and an intense game of nighttime ultimate frisbee. trying to make sense of dasein and its relation to those of marginalized identity, staving off sleep.

and so tomorrow i leave, the advance on into life. this mortality so close by.