I need to leave. The pavement that marks the circular route I take to class and back is worn, and I am struggling to keep my head lifted to the tops of the buildings and the branches of the trees. The sky is beginning to drop too low, closing in on me. Maybe it's because I'm weary of this Friday when I get the mark for my paper last term and I have my first dissertation meeting. Whatever it is, the fire in me is beginning to dwindle and another weekend alone in this room will put it out. I need to leave.