It was a day that lives on in my mind. I remember that I was at a computer doing data entry for a private collection that had been donated to the university’s special collections and archives.
I remember when I found my supervisor to tell him I needed to get help, his face looked lost somewhere between pity and helplessness.
I remember leaving the library building on campus to find that there was a stale smell to the air. The weather sat heavy, a little grey and a little chilled.Read more on themighty.com