A tribute to professor Warren Thorngate

A tribute to professor Warren Thorngate

That night – the last meeting By Jing Liu That night, in the season’s turning point between late winter and early spring, darkness seemed to fall earlier than before. By midnight, my restless thoughts drifted in the background of the white noise in my mind, like a breeze casually chasing away sleep. Suddenly, a faint rustling sound came from outside the window, either near or far, as if it were there and yet not. I got up and walked to the windo…