Straight Angles
Just a little lame something I wrote when it was raining. I love the rain, but the rain here is simply too much! Darn poorly designed campus. I haven't written in awhile, so I realize the piece doesn't make very much sense. I tried to keep within a 100 word limit too. I was also slightly depressed, if you can't tell.
Straight Angles
There is nothing about this place that is even. Dips, cracks, and bumps abound on every surface, an engineering nightmare.
Who designed it? Everything flows downhill. Down, down, down, the rivers cascade leaving nothing untouched, to gather in the uneven places. Once they reach their fill, the contents spill over, to seep in the wet. Relentless, the source is unyielding, washing over me. It's too much, and I can barely keep my head afloat.
Where are the straight angles?
Straight Angles
There is nothing about this place that is even. Dips, cracks, and bumps abound on every surface, an engineering nightmare.
Who designed it? Everything flows downhill. Down, down, down, the rivers cascade leaving nothing untouched, to gather in the uneven places. Once they reach their fill, the contents spill over, to seep in the wet. Relentless, the source is unyielding, washing over me. It's too much, and I can barely keep my head afloat.
Where are the straight angles?