solitude

[prismaticbleed]

So I was thinking about last Thursday night.

My classes end at 9PM... I stayed on campus later that night, though, to finish my artwork.

I was in the art building until midnight, really.

It was fantastically surreal... with the dark world outside, lit only by tiny pinpoints of streetlights and stars... but with all the lights on inside my building. As I walked down the silent hallways, I could watch myself stroll by in the reflection-glass windows. Quite strange.

There was no noise, nothing. I was the only human soul on the third floor.

A steel-and-glass sanctuary for a broken mind. Give me solace, give me inspiration.

I'd love to do that again. Stay out late, bring my gouache, go crazy. I'd be painting pictures until the sun comes up if I could.

Just me and my muse, talking about life as the dull red numbers of the digital clocks silently counted down the minutes.

Counted down to what?

That's quite an interesting question.