December 13, 2004

• the sun looks so amazing when it sets through B-tower. every stage of its setting the colors change from grey to gold, the patterns on the shades grow larger, disapear, and fold the curtains. It is a new and different world as we spin our final hours in orbit. our surroundings take on a new life, a black one, shouting only heard from the street lights and zooming cars. we walk with our eyes at the tips of our toes, and the secrets around us grow more and more ominouse. the smells change, the sky dissapears and is replaced by pin prick white. if it rains, the world dissasembles at your feet, shinning off windows and washing the history off of it. 

  
  

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  let's take a journey through my BU experience...

  
  

  

  
  

  there should be a fucking movie shot here.

  
  

  

  
  

  the oregon trail.

  
  

  

  
  

  the train tracks of doom....

  
  

  

  
  

  and lastely, breaking from our long and arduouse spirit quests, we rest at the place that bore all of us: the alcove.

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