The church was creepy as fuck and he didn't know how to tell her that without offending her so he just kept quiet. Someone was obviously super passionate about collecting crosses because there must have been a couple thousand of them hung up on every available square inch of the wall. Ironically, he also sensed that as the building became more and more decorated, there had been a negatively reciprocal emphasis on The Big Guy Upstairs. Which was plain rude, to be honest, because a cross sans God and Jesus's ordeal and everything was just a perfectly perpendicular "t" shape.
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She peered through the grating and saw just the body down below. No movement. Which was expected, honestly, I mean, how much would she be moving if she had just plummeted fourteen stories?
With a satisfactory chuckle, the woman spit, ever so delicately, over the railing before turning on her heel to make her way to the front of the building via the wraparound porch. He had always hated when she spit like that because his fragile understanding of his place in the world was disrupted when she indulged those "barbarous" habits. However, this was the same man who had championed the cause for a wraparound porch on the fourteenth story of a building; his perception of all that was decent, wholesome, and classy was clearly already lacking. Anyway, she hated that fucking porch and she hated him for conceptualizing it. Could there be anything more perfect than the perfectly ironic murder? He was incapable of completing the test and he didn’t even care. He put down his pencil and walked out of the room–followed by the indignant and, quite frankly, annoying calls of the exam proctor. After all, Mr. Delfino’s sub shop down the street made a mean, juicy meatball sub that was calling his name.
I was out on the Town Green this morning at 4:00am (after a video chat with a friend) and the singular serenity of the campus atmosphere at that time was striking. It is a rare phenomenon in modern society to feel a peace so pure and so untainted by the natural sense of mistrust that has come to accompany the dark. Because, while darkness is not inherently undeserving of our trust, it experiences this collateral damage due to its close association with our true fears. These fears take advantage of the dark and make it a scapegoat for their own acts of depravity and sickness.
But I digress. Indeed, a college campus that has been cleared of its telltale daily indicators of academia (i.e. backpacks, laborious sighs, stressed minds, and tired eyes) suddenly appears as weary as its frequenters—-and as equally deserving of its night-time break as its humans are of sleep. I felt safe in the Utown darkness. The Green promised peace and I gladly accepted it. Thank you. Garden Rhapsody light show
7:45pm and 8:45pm on Wednesday, July 12th, 2017. Never has something been so touristy and hyped and actually worth all the fanfare. What a magical show. I can’t even put my finger on why; but those dancing lights will be one of my top memories of Singapore. Apparently electricity, engineering, and a good sense of rhythm are the only three ingredients one needs to make magic. <3 |
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