Settle into the Corners of Rooms

Junior Year

Settle into the corners of rooms. From there I sit and watch, as the people pace by me. Eventually, they stop, and their height is shrunk to that of a child, except for one rebellious soul, who stands alone, face full of laughter, unlike the cynical muttering I did when I rebelled. He soon goes to the opposite side of the room and becomes my reflection, save for the dark monolith that looms in the room’s center. Again, the other forms stand and again start their drudged march around. Their pointy heads are striped and dotted, and their meloncholy shadows fall over the broken rainbow beast in the corner, its innards already devoured. Again, a mutual collapse. Another lost soul, too slow for survival joins me. It sucks being the first out in musical chairs.


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