Back To School

Exact date unknown, mid-1998.

This was shortly after graduating college.

I was back in my high school, though it was a maze. The walls were the same white, metal walls that are found there. The floor was the same blue-grey carpet. The ceiling was the same ceiling.

I was trapped and desperate to get free.

Every once in a great while I could find myself in the office where the guidance counselors worked.

The anxiety followed me into the waking hours, where I believed I needed to go back to high school to finish out my time there, as if I had dropped out (even though I did graduate legitimately).

Burying Books

Exact date unknown, sometime in 1998.

I was burying large text books under a large white tree that grew in an alley next to a large stone building. The building looked similar to a large state library, consisting of large, grey stonework. The alley itself was cobblestone.

The books were white, but large, like a classic dictionary.