Memory filters the moment like light
through stained glass—
shapes and colors the stretch of the soul,
limits the unlimited sun, refracts
mere truth into beauty, converts
veritas into waffles—
yet only here, in this thickened light,
can we slow perfection enough to feel it
warm the walls as this hall remembers
with us.
Aidan Fitzsimons ’25 (aidan_fitzsimons@college.harvard.edu) will miss this place.