I am in an old building, upstairs in a big room filled with books and chairs and sofas. It is a reading room and I am reading a very big fat book, hardback, probably well over a thousand pages. It’s not a novel, but rather heavy reading, yet fascinating.
I am sitting around in an apartment (mine?) trying to decide whether to go to class at the University. I don’t much feel like going, am thinking maybe today I will just skip it – then as I look at my schedule, I realize that this class is one I missed last week, also – and last week, being the first week of the term, was the day to get the info on what tools and books are needed, as well as the itinerary for the class. I realize I have no idea what to study, and if I don’t go, I’ll not be able to follow the class at all, because I won’t know what to study on my own.