Eating cold leftovers in the dark while contemplating life.
EATING COLD LEFTOVERS IN THE DARK WHILE CONTEMPLATING LIFE.
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There’s a certain intimacy to those quiet, late-night hours on campus, isn't there? Long after the libraries have thinned out and the common rooms have gone silent, you’d find yourself back in your room, the only light spilling from your laptop screen. Or maybe, no light at all, just the dim glow from the hall peeking under your door. That's when the "midnight snack" transformed. It wasn't about gourmet or even good. It was about survival, sustenance, and sometimes, a strange comfort.
Who hasn't been there? The hum of the fridge, the discovery of that plastic container – a half-eaten sandwich from lunch, a forgotten slice of pizza, or yesterday's slightly stale pasta. Cold. Eaten directly from the container. In the dark. Your mind, buzzing from hours of problem sets or essay drafts, finally slowing down enough to truly process. The day's anxieties, the weight of expectations, the future, the sheer audacity of being where you are, doing what you're doing.
It was in those solitary moments, chewing slowly on something utterly unremarkable, that the profound thoughts often surfaced. A moment of clarity amidst the chaos. A quiet acknowledgment of the grind, the ambition, and the fleeting beauty of those intense years. It’s a shared, unspoken ritual for so many of us, a unique thread in the tapestry of our undergraduate experience and perhaps, even a lingering habit in our post-grad lives. That cold bite, that dark room, that moment of introspection – it’s a taste of a life uniquely lived.