Wednesday, September 8, 2010
Sunday, September 5, 2010
In a span of a year, I’ve made three new blogs; two barely lasting more than a few months. However, this may be the final one as it is the most intimate of the three and bears memories of college from freshmen through today. When I think of college, I think of my plethora sessions of radiator chats with some of the best girl and guy friends I’ve ever made in my life. There is something incredibly intimate about sitting in that hallway, toasting your butt to the secrecies of friendship and baring your soul to the strangest of acquaintances in the most honest and raw way. The contrast of the worlds in both literal and mental senses; there’s the warmth of the radiator and chillness of the outdoors seeping in through the glass barrier, mimicking the world of two conversers and the rest of the walking society.
Topics of philosophy, to life and self reflection, from love and devotion to betrayals and weeps… all sorts of life and walkers of the earth, yet only the radiator remains the same, ever the toaster and listeners of all languages and all comforters of emotions.
Welcome to the chronicles of the radiator.