I have these memories walking down the AS steps, lurking in the Main Lib, falling in line for a ticket at the FC, waking up in my Kalayaan Dorm room, riding the IKOT and all. But were they real? Or sheer dreams, memories from a distant past life. Blurry. Sepia-toned. Imaginings.
But that one year. One mere year. I'm holding on to it.