The lounge is a vacation home of sorts, like that condo your rich aunt has in Arizona. On long winter afternoons when my skull starts to seem dark and quiet and cold, my brain comes here for a little change of scenery. Some reprieve and sunlight and maybe even fellowship. After all, you don’t imagine all those poofy armchairs are just for me, right? Pick the one you think looks most comfortable and stay for a while.
I am a film and English double-major at school in the Pacific Northwest. I don’t have anything to list in the way of credentials or accomplishments yet, but there is a lot of life still to come.