Son, do you want a toilet bowl?

So we went on an adventure.

Explored the student center's basement and ran into some old friends, then made our way into University Hall and took a look around the theater. Not long after that, we got into Hamilton Hall and managed to PTL onto the Up, and got some nice snaps. B BSB had tunnels upon tunnels, but that's for another time.

The interesting part of the night was when we went Up into MDCL. The penthouse door was open, so we took a peek inside. Turns out that the door is tripped, and security showed up not long after. Not our problem the door was open, we weren't trespassing. We said as much and got off with a warning. Win for Win.

Gonna lay low for a while, until this dies down, and then it'll be off to MUEC again.

Sunset

One afternoon I was walking along a narrow alleyway. Pinched in the breath of two buildings, my footsteps echoing through the dark corridors, I was surrounded by the orange and pink of the reflected sky. It was an eerie and unique illusion - every color bounced from the bricks and cobblestone, reflecting what was above it like a psychedelic mirror. To my left was a thick brick wall, with peeling red paint that fell off in ash-like flakes, their dance in the wind patterned perfectly in the light. On my right were the long shadows of the day, stretching over doors and windows like abstract nightmares, as thinly spread as the thoughts running through my mind.

The wind howled down the thin gap, screaming in my ears, and the trees behind protested in its passing with an agitated rustling of leaves. I looked up, the shadows of the buildings cast overhead, and a thin, red strip of sky painted between the narrow space. A rusty ladder called to my hands, so I climbed it to get a better view. Flakes of rust peeled off onto my hands as I climbed, higher than the horizon, but I didn't care. The wind swayed like a pendulum, carrying the smells of an entire day across the world. As I climbed, the shadows lessened and the light grew strong, reflecting off the metal sidings like a million shards of fire.

I lifted my head above the edge of the building, and the disc of the sun nearly blinded me. It hovered in the sky, a clock without hands, granting an entire world with its light. The normally grey buildings below burst into vibrant shades of red and orange, their windows and doors making small faces at me, and the dark waters of the harbour sparkled with the reflected sky. The escarpment rose out of a two-dimensional plane into the reality of the dawning sleep, and the hills and mountains stretched their long shadows across the city. The birds circled overhead, heading back to their nests, and somewhere in the distance, a gull cried out loud. I closed my eyes and the light of the sunset still pierced through me.

Hand by hand, I descended, and as I did, the sun did too. By the time I jumped off at the bottom, the sky was dark once more. The houses lining the roadside stared at me with dark faces, their countenances painted in shades of grey. The water of the harbour lapped noisily and greedily, no longer bright, but dim with pollution. Not a single bird marked the sky. All that was left was a memory of light, the bright spots that still appeared on my closed eyelids.

But as I walked home in the shadows, I took the chance and looked up. The stars were out.

Parkour

I spent the last 4 hours taking a crash course in Parkour. My whole body hurts. I thought I was limber enough from martial arts, but this was a whole new deal. Flips and rolls and jumps and catches and climbs and ducks. Wow.