Wandering Out Lostly
No matter how far I travel, I can never seem to reach the stars.
331 unique view(s)
Where in school there was a sense of buildup and progression, in college there is but a series of intermissions, a collection of fragments along a flattened stairway, a constant scramble to proceed as quickly as possible without a destination.
Sapling by Denny Schneidemesser
A Wrinkle in Time by Madeleine L’Engle
