Directions slow to cresindo.

i had lost my notebook, shoes + mis-placed my fancy math text. Frustrated, all i could do was glimpse down the hill over the trees to see the web of streets i needed to navigate to get to the University, + the dreaded class i was late in attending. i ended up cutting through yet another building. Moving higgily-piggily, outrunning my sight i slammed into Andy Warhol. i pardoned + asked him for directions. He responded politely saying  this was the symposium building + that they, too, were searching for answers. i inquired if he + the rest of the students were using the correct accent.


As soon as i realized i did not have to play tag, i didn't.