Memory 2 Week 12

This morning, while walking into the gym, a man in a bright orange vest and khakis revs a jackhammer, spraying concrete and nostalgia as I breathe in, not the Carrollton Campus Center, but the via outside Zeppelin's pizza in Spoleto, Italy. Where the same orange, wide mesh plastic fence overtook my brain and wrapped it in the same thing that makes my throat hurt. And though I hear the Wolf Radio over the speakers, when I close my eyes am I here anymore?