Tim late at night

Although he didn’t want to admit it, he was hoping to run into Robin.

He remembered Shek describing a feeling like that to him, and he hadn’t really believed him; believed it was possible. Now he could. A kind of flatness, and an inability to imagine what was coming next.

He wanted to feel psyched on something-since he had come to UCSZ there had always been something-a reason to get out of bed, and to fantasize about before going to sleep. Shek’s friends at Fremont, Pleasant Town, Helen and her friends, his writing class, the Movies I & II, April, then Amy, Sara and Robin. Now it had all ended, and nothing new was emerging to take its place.

Nothing to inspire, and looming behind the terrifying blankness of his post-college life. A job, graduate school, where to live?

All the things that used to give in pleasure—classes, Helen, Dorm I, now seemed fraught with insoluble problems.

Tim walks with his walkman in his hand, in the night landscape made harsh with moonlight.