silent night

it's weird being the only one on the floor in an unfamiliar dorm. i have the whole room to myself, the whole bathroom to myself, the whole lounge to myself, the whole floor to myself.

i turn the tv on just so it doesn't feel quite as eerie, and i waste my day away slumped on the futon/bed. and as i look out the window, the old glory still flies over the krannert center; the bell tower at the south quad still clearly visible like a vulgar display of all things ugly; and yet another four-in-the-afternoon sunset.


people. the occasional pedestrians down below looks like little insects crawling through the barren concrete landscape, the zebra crossing seems like a piece of delicious brownie cake drizzled with savory icing. the onset of vertigo never permits my gaze to linger - just long enough for the latent memory in my eyes to come to play before i go for another peep.

and then, low and behold, the clinking and clanking of the heater starts to tell me it's time. time to go back to work. turn the tv off, set the bag of unfinished chips aside and hit the books. it's a long night ahead.


+listening to: nothing