Having thrown away my secondary school year books; i would like to say i have done so because i have let go of the last vestiges of my past.

I wished. It appears to be the other way around.

Those memories i abandon them. Ideally there is nothing i want to take with me.

Old habits are hard to kick. For i find myself walking down the streets of town alone. As with the past.

JC had only one thing for be to take. I carry & guard to this day. Polytechnic? It's hard to say. The strands that bridge i cannot tell.

Glue lines or dust.