Writer's Block: It’s a small world
Harvard Square. You know how, in some vampire legends, they need their native earth (or their grave-dirt), and if they can't walk on it often enough, they wither and die, to the point where some of them keep it in their shoes?
Harvard Square is like that for me. I can't carry it with me, but if I can't get back there and walk its streets every so often, I start to wither and die inside. So I try to make sure to go.