Dismissed For Lacking A Degree, I Let My Life Speak For Itself – The Archivist

birthday.

I listened to her describe a man I barely recognized, and felt a strange hollowness. Not jealousy, exactly. More like… displacement. As if the years I’d shared with Jonathan had been a prologue no one remembered, not even him.

The service ended, and everyone filed into the reception hall—a beautifully appointed room with white tablecloths,continue reading …