It seems to depend on a combination of the after-taste of strong coffee, the gusts of fresh wind, and the moth-overgrown concrete bank that together give a sensation of travelling in time to other moments when sitting with a book in hand in a campus-like environment was a thing to do, with a trendy city spreading wide beyond the lightly fenced grounds where name-plates grace patina-carrying brick walls, where time stands still from one page-turning to another, and where another cup of coffee is just a walk away. Less a nostalgia, it is a feeling of concert with a set of recollections, experiences and intentions that this moment anchors in its hic et nunc materiality.
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