02-11-2011, 05:30 AM
A thousand windows pass me by,
the majority lighted, allowing view of corridors,
whitewashed walls and half-glimpsed doors.
The bus curls round them like wrapping paper
and in the dark they become eyes;
I wonder how many students live there,
if any of them have caught sight of me.
the majority lighted, allowing view of corridors,
whitewashed walls and half-glimpsed doors.
The bus curls round them like wrapping paper
and in the dark they become eyes;
I wonder how many students live there,
if any of them have caught sight of me.
"We believe that we invent symbols. The truth is that they invent us; we are their creatures, shaped by their hard, defining edges." - Gene Wolfe