amidst the various books randomly stacked on top of each other...amidst the many sheets of paper with random calculations and stick figures and odd phone numbers scribbled...amidst my various moments spent during a day trying to figure out the complexities of Calculus...

stare at me... three pairs of soulful eyes from the cover page of Alan Paton's 'Cry the Beloved Country'...from a corner peeps a toblerone wrapper that has been thoughtfully converted into a bookmark...

'No shit!' scribbled across the first page after much deliberation...

Rather live with a heartful of memories than with a head that is wiped clean?

Perhaps it will remain like the eternal sunshine of a spotless mind...