Goodnight, prof. M.
One of my former professors, one of the people in my whole life I admired the most, looked up to and actually think helped me be a better person died tonight.
I can’t remember the last time I saw him at the uni. I can’t remember the last time we spoke. I can’t remember if I gave him my christmas or new years’ wishes.
The world is made of people, and it looks quite like a worse place now.
Goodnight, professor.
