Friday, February 8th:

Windows covered two walls of my spacious penthouse apartment on the north side of the third floor. From the outside, it should have been the Macalester student union. I walked out my door and down the long staircase. I turned right at the bottom, walking out of the hallway and into a lush garden in the old courtyard between ( Read more... )

Thursday, February 7:

The clear night sky twinkled overhead as I left the supermarket. I crossed the dry ground covering the parking lot and stopped by a low rise. Martin and Najah sat against the rise, trying to explain something to each other with rocks. I looked at a half-buried log; something like a wad of clay capped the end of the large ( Read more... )