What a week for nostalgia, am I right?
I don't know if you guys are still getting a lot out of this, but I feel like I really am. I'm not sure exactly what that is, but it's definitely a thing.
Theater history was canceled today, but I wasn't ready yet to go home. I went to Sanford mall instead and laid out there in the remnants of the warmth that stays in Boone for a few weeks after fall starts. It gets cold so fast here, it's gross.
I was watching all the kids lay on the hill, us 20-somethings paying to have an education, or whatever they're here for, while all the workers at the bottom by the old cafeteria worked on the new additions. We're all separated by a fence.
You can't help but to see something odd in it. Something a little off or alarming. All of us paying and sitting watching these men work and work, paying so we can keep that fence between us, or at the very least so that we can stay on this side.
I was ashamed that I thought that, but how true is it?
