Picturing last year in Taiwan

Should have been another chilly winter day. But something up there played a joke and made it a semi-summer cozy weather today, perfect for strolling along the city.

I wandered through the campus alone, heading towards the building of Liberal Arts to drop off some documents for law school application. Every detail on the way seemed to be displaying in slow motion, exceptionally clearly on this day. It so reminded me of my first days here, starting fresh in college life, with such ignorance and innocence that anyone would easily forgive. I suddenly realized there was not much time left before I had to leave. Passing by schoolmates, walking by or riding by on their bike, the past days flashed through my mind, almost melting into the scene.

Where is everyone now?

As I made a turn at the end of Palm Avenue, I knew what I was expecting to see. And for one second, I swear that a sense of fear hit me sharply, afraid that it might not be there anymore.
So I turned right, anxiously looking for it. And there it was.

"←PENNYLANE"

Yes, it was still there. As if it secured the existence of my best memories. As if it were a mark of my once-romantic-juvenile-beauty. And then I remembered how I always wanted to name all the roads and lanes in the campus, and easily name tons of things that happened right there. And so I shaped a plan in mind.

I want to grab a camera, and take pictures of all my favorite corners. Not as a tourist, or photographer, but a memorial. Not to take them by their best look, but by their special angle, their hidden meanings, from the most private and personal point of view. What do I leave after after leaving the campus?

It's funny how it sometimes resembles the way people fear the coming of death. In this and my case, the approaching of a long, farewell departure.