It’s all quiet here now…
This place where most young people come to discover their freedom.
One by one , they are packing home.
They are leaving the life these structures … these tall elegant buildings with a hive of rooms.. offered … the many enclosed and open spaces … it’s hard for anyone to forget … it’s all good stuff.
I am leaving too … and I know I am going to miss a lot. ..
I don’t exactly know what, but I know it’s not going to be my independence , bcos I’ve had it ever since I could remember.
Perhaps it would be the feeling of observing all these other young people …
The verve of life alive …
The young women finding themselves … defining themselves … exploring their sexuality … through clothes … through cliques … through relations with girls and with boys…
And the young men ….