Down the hall from my door...
I like the unreality feeling in this pic, although the hall wasn't like
that - not in any of its moods - while i was there. This pic is something like how the hall feels to me now, in 1999. A little odd to like it for that reason, but there you go.
My door. Suitably adorned.
My wall. Also suitably adorned.
Martin 6 will always be "my room", although perhaps 9 will hold more memories as a room. It's hard to know, and time will tell. It's funny with college rooms - ownership goes from when you arrive, and lasts until the last friend who was there at the time leaves. The cycle has already begun while you are still there. I think that's why people are so desperate to scratch their intials into the desks, write in the drawers, leave stickers on the windows... it's an attempt to make some sort of lasting impression on something which will survive long after we are gone; just as those who came before us are gone.
" Whoa, that was deep... *buurrp* "
Just wanted to show off that wall, really. It took ages to get it just right...
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