i sit here from the six floor of smith hall watching the hazy end to a warm spring day. the window open in front of me portraits a view of the city, with the sun still fairly high. the light from it seems to touch the top of the window, barely being obscured from view being the thin rows of blinds. it is the almost perfect definition of an evening, and yet here i sit, enslaved by what i feel so passionately about. any other reason would most likely result in my departure from this building to soak... read more
