Where I once was: Loneliness in Oxford

It all begins in Oxford, a city wrapped in a hush of history and quiet longing. Between 2012 and 2016, when I came home from university, I worked in Oxford—waiting tables at Oxford University and cleaning dorms at Oxford Brookes. Yet, even as I returned to familiar streets, I felt lost. The Moon crossing my Neptune line echoed that sense of drifting—I was there, but not anchored, as if the fog of Neptune blurred every step I took. Each day, I moved through grand spires and ancient paths, but inside, the silence pressed in. I didn’t know who I was supposed to be. The loneliness wasn’t just a passing feeling; it was a weight that settled with each bus ride, each late evening shift. And though the Moon and Neptune crossed above me, promising a dream or a revelation, I was left searching in the stillness—waiting for something to stir, waiting for a sign that this lonely passage was leading somewhere else.