hallowed halls I had a dream last night that I was in college again. Not college-as-it-was, but college-as-it-might-have-been. With old wood and ivy and bricks and the paper-musty smell of books that have been
gingerbread army Momma said they wouldn’t grow, but I planted them anyway. They were my cookies that I baked all by myself. I could do whatever I wanted to do with them. I planted
in tandem Shall we sail then, you and I? Upon a glass-still sea with no land in sight? With you in your boat and me in mine, waiting for the wind to take us
unexpected architecture They build the castles everywhere. They sneak out at night and in the morning there’s a castle sitting in an empty lot or on someone’s lawn, and no one can say exactly
mystery street Mystery Street is a good place to find what you’re looking for, if you can find Mystery Street itself. There’s a sign, of course. And it is somewhat near Illusion Square, which
sweet oblivion They line up for it, in eager rows. It is an honor to be chosen. They are extremely patient and on their best behavior. It is what they were made for, what