by Will Stanton » Thu May 21, 2015 4:13 pm
As Will shuffled his way across the quad, it was if he was dragging a carpet of fresh and new things behind him. It was as if he was absorbing the fresh, manicured and healthy grass, leaving dirt and weeds and scarred earth behind him. It was if, with every step he took, the illusion of the happy, healthy campus was being sucked back into him, leaving the bare, ruined truth behind.
It was a bit unsettling, to say the least.
PLASTICINE