The lecture theatre used to be a cinema - maybe still is? We go down stairs, and thru the underbelly of the building. We’re all thinking what it is we’re going to chuse (sic)? And talking like we know what it is we’re chusing (sic) between. Maybe its the coffee talking, but I’ve already picked my option - but I’m thinking I maybe wanna change to something else that I think I know about?
We cram into the seats of noir, and hunch together. Eyes skirting around to see what everyone else has, to see who’s there - looking for some clue as to what to do next. The presentations begin - but strangely there is no dimming of the lights.
Options step forward, each doing its dance - caught up in the academic hustle. Lights blink on and off in my head - like a moth I follow each one till it burns.
More coffee later, and getting to the end my brain is following pathways I used to travel on. Finally I see what might be a cul-de-sac, or might be a short-cut - but it’s definitely somewhere I haven’t been before.
“I’m not sure - do you think…?” I ask a stupid question, and taste the answer on the syllables as they leave my mouth…