I was preparing a bath an before class with some friends. Someone quipped about how when we were gone, it would be like “none of us were ever here”. Like the dirt on our skin, evidence of our individual existences will also one day be washed away. “Uhh… based?” someone said. “What is the date anyways?” I asked. I knew that classes were supposed to start sometime mid-June. The month was already nearly over. We were much later than I expected.