People are slowly going away, disappearing into darkness. While I on the other hand remains. It reminds me of the Langoliers, a movie based on a short story by Stephen King, when most of the passengers in an airliner disappear, but a handful remain. It is scarier to be among the ones that remain.
I feel the same way this Thanksgiving holidays. First of all, I do not have a concept of Thanksgiving. Why November 24? Why turkey? Obviously, I am not American. I do not have these concepts, but people have been greeting everyone "Happy Holidays" all of the time. For me, the break that I get from tomorrow till Friday is just a nice sneaky time for me to write my paper.
And then, add to that the exodus of the students. They fly to different places and seek their once-a-year vacation. Even the professors are leaving, and it is a bit depressing when they ask where you are going, and then you answer that you're staying. I do love Buffalo though, there is nothing wrong with the place. But there is a freaky feeling to be the only one not doing the deed.
Peer pressure. Yeah, I guess that's it. Everyone is doing it, so why can't we? I guess that's the title of a Cranberries album. Oh I loved that album. Their first ever album released in 1993. And their first single was Linger. The harsh anti-social tone wasn't present by that time though.
I have finished doing my data gathering for my discourse coherence paper. So I am spending the next few hours of the night, plus tomorrow, in writing the body of the paper. I've already finished writing the introduction and all the other preliminaries. Now I am delving into the hard stuff.
Well, they say that it'll snow tonight, and tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow, and the day after that. We'll see.