radfrac_archive | Haunted by the present

Or, a short anecdote about nothing happening.

I showed up for class today to find the hallway deserted, though it's usually full of people by quarter past.

It's a barren corridor at the best of times. Easy to feel a sense of the uncanny even without mysterious vanishings (or apparitions, as I turned out to be.)

Mild sense of paranoia: I'm not on the listserv properly. They're all on a field trip to Victorian England and they didn't take me. The sun came out and they locked me in the closet.

The janitor noticed my confusion and tried to help me, but I wasn't lost physically -- just temporally. I worked out after a few moments that my class didn't start for another hour, and I was timing to when I usually leave to go to class, not when I usually arrive.

I went back to the library and found a terminal. I logged into my university account, and discovered that the professor had sent an email -- more or less at the exact moment that I turned up in the abandoned hallway -- cancelling the class.

Not much of a story, really.

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