This tree whispers of a memory that belongs to this place. It's flat on one side because it used to run up against one of the dorm buildings that were here for years.
Now it's just an empty field, but I lived a year of my life here. It's strange to have memories in a place that doesn't exist.
When I lived in the dorms my freshman year I used to walk past this golf cart multiple times a day. And I always wished there was someone in it who would give me a ride to class.
The big O and I spotted this boy in a stripey pancho, pink Barbie pajama pants/shorts, and black moon boots. Psh--freshman.
Blurry close-up of the strange boy.
How many pieces of gum can you find?
The hitching post.
"Oh my goodness! Did you see what she was wearing?"
"I know! And I was all like..."
Ugly buildings, pretty sky.
Leaves? He didn't get the memo.
Another juxtaposition between nature and the things we add to it.
...the twins exchange glances...
The old President's Home. I've always loved this house.
Rambunctious Cub Scouts. And their leaders.
"What do you want to do tonight, Brain?""Same thing we do every night, Pinky-- try to take over the world!"
Maybe sometimes it's okay?
Waiting in line at the testing center.
It was a sit-and-run.
Jessica: "I don't get it. What's with the cardboard box?"
Lloyd: "Yeah, what're you supposed to be for Halloween, Larry?"
Larry: "A recycle bin!"
...They all roll their eyes.
Can you see us?
They live a sheltered life.