the balcony



with three weeks left of living here, we all realize that we could have opened the 'deadbolted' balcony with a single allen wrench.

those are my feet and my friend owen's leg.

the balcony is all thick with growth, spider webs and broken glass [the hall above us shattered one of their window panes]. though dangerous, much of my hall decided to go out and stand on the balcony and do corny titanic impressions.

im flying jack! im flying!

oh kate winslet. you've come a long way, maybe.