surrounded by collective memory
New York and Columbia. Mostly I've been overcome by the sense of being surrounded by so much history, and not just any old history, not the way small towns have their history that feels like Edward Hopper paintings: negative space, dust motes, quiet dignity & dim lights. This is the history of the collective unconscious, surrounded by names and dates and events that have made their way into our shared memory. Columbia's most famous drop-out, the laboratory where they split the atom, the lab where Tobey Maguire got bit by a spider, Margaret in California telling me over the phone, "Do you know they do Sex in the City New York tours now?" David from South Africa all like, "They film out there because they say it looks like the quintessential New York street." Women replying, "Mmmmhmmmmmm," when I say thank you. How being a Columbia student and I-House resident gives me access to, like, THE WORLD. Sexy, sexy libraries SO MANY SEXY LIBRARIES. The skyline. I'm looking out of windows and am all like, "Don't you have some TV/movie screen to be on?"
I'm kind of buying into the hype. Oh, the buoyancy and openness borne of newness.
The I-House feels is so much a dorm that I feel like life is giving a second chance at college. Here is freshman year all over again, with perky RAs, showering with sandals on, locking your bedroom door to go to the bathroom, floor meetings, hall activities... and I get to live it all again with the lessons I've learned. It's... kind of wonderful. And woah, talk about furnished, I came into my room and there were already SHEETS and a TOWEL on the bed. A MOTHERFUCKING TOWEL.
Currently I am content. I am smiling at everyone, more comfortable with small talk, and just as comfortable as being another quiet face in the crowd, watching.
I'm kind of buying into the hype. Oh, the buoyancy and openness borne of newness.
The I-House feels is so much a dorm that I feel like life is giving a second chance at college. Here is freshman year all over again, with perky RAs, showering with sandals on, locking your bedroom door to go to the bathroom, floor meetings, hall activities... and I get to live it all again with the lessons I've learned. It's... kind of wonderful. And woah, talk about furnished, I came into my room and there were already SHEETS and a TOWEL on the bed. A MOTHERFUCKING TOWEL.
Currently I am content. I am smiling at everyone, more comfortable with small talk, and just as comfortable as being another quiet face in the crowd, watching.