17 Feb

Post-Apocalyptic Wonderland

February means a magical, post-apocalyptic wonderland of a campus. The residents are almost invisible - they’re living that insulated car lifestyle. We wouldn’t know they were here if it weren’t for the siege sounds of the fireworks. But the wild, pedigreed dogs run in their Spring Break packs, baying at the moon. I’m reminded of Philadelphia, where the pit-bulls start cocktail hour when their masters go to sleep.

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