South

The past year had felt like eternity. Not in the way that three days in the Drake feels like eternity, but in the way that so much has happened, it seems impossible to all have occured in twelve short months. For ages, philosophers and astrophysicists have written about the compression and elongation of time – years experienced as moments, and seconds that feel like lifetimes. I try to think back to my world just one year ago, and I wonder if I had been caught in a wormhole. A year ago I had just arrived at Northeastern University, and was sitting in a freshman lecture hall in Boston. The biggest questions on my mind were, Should I join a sorority? Should I major in biology or in chemistry? Does my roommate think I’m weird? Continue reading South