Random

-He walks through the darkened campus, the artificial yellow falling and forgotten on the concrete. He counts the lonely bikes on the nike racks and scrutinizes the dull light bouncing weakly off the handle bars. He stops at a rack that holds two wheels bent sideways, but no bike. As he stands there, he kicks himself, I should of brought my camera. He squats down and takes out a cigarette, becoming lost in thought, he inhales deeply. It’s only six, but the sun’s been absent for at least an hour. The campus appears to be dead, one or two students […]

February 5, 2004

Tentative Retirement

-Walking through the corridors, quads and stairways, making my way from or to the parking lot, the general entryway for students on foot from the freeway. My eyes bounce from the pavement, down the narrow passageways between buildings and the groups of students standing, sitting, being, in each others’ faces. I’m contemplating a documentary, or maybe just photographs. Notice how everything changes and still stays the same. I remember walking through crowds, while still a student, now the crowds have grown larger but still remain. There was always a group in class who had replaced intelligence with machismo, or the […]

February 5, 2004