CHAPTER SEVENTEEN: Everything Sucks...
Wherein our hero mopes a bit.
[Friday October 3rd]
"There is nothing left here. The march of time has erased or obscured pretty much everything."
I think the degree of change at the high school, and everywhere else, left me a bit stunned. The drive down from DeKalb was really nice, but that stop at the high school really knocked me for a loop. It was just supremely naive on my part to expect to be able to step right back into what I remembered. Just felt like an awful lot to process all at once.