“Too Chicken For A Cartilage Piercing. Too Metal For A Fringe”
The return to college is this: impassioned embraces of friends in funky clothing, few words needed. There’s a grand emotional weight in our encounters; we’ve missed one another. It’s day two, we’ve already been late. Everyone broke up (except the couples who clearly didn’t), someone is tatted, so-and-so has finally broken from their shell with aplomb – anyone know if they’re single?
“I always like to know everything about my new friends, nothing about my old ones,” Oscar Wilde says, but I think the return to college sees us all born again.
Now seriously, does anyone know if they’re single?
