That time I cried in that church

It's the little church in downtown Toronto, next to the Eaton Centre. I was going to New Jersey on the Greyhound that day to meet Sarah. Then we'd drive to New York together. I was ahead of schedule and wandered into the church. I sat down in the foremost pew and looked at the altar. All I could think of was Keble, and how happy I was just a short while ago. I felt so utterly defeated and alone.

Come to think of it, in Toronto I once realized (while on the tram) that I felt like my whole person was slowly disappearing - becoming translucent as I ceased to mean anything or be anyone to anybody around me.

That was not such a good year.