[ OPEN + CLOSED PROMPTS ] I COULD LIFT YOU UP.

[sunderings]

Who: Solange "Sol" Aster (Sion Astal) & You!
When: 05/19 - 05/21
Where: The dormitories, city park, and a music room!
What: Weekend activities to include: using cupcakes to solicit community involvement, losing track of assignments in need of grading on a blustery day, and being overly affable in public.

❶ And there, atop the stainless steel of a countertop used many a time to house impromptu study-sessions and dinner parties, lies...!
❷ The decision is yours, good samaritan: will you aid him?

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OPEN | City Park (5/20)

[sunderings]

[ Away from the bustle of campus, Solange takes refuge in a city park, seating himself upon a picnic table banked by full-blooming spring flowers. Here, he might find the peace of mind necessary to gain a decent headway on a stack of papers—English essays, just waiting to be graded—his duties as a TA lamentably pushed aside in the wake of an on-going mystery: an application which, for all intents and purposes, boldly and arbitrarily defied the bounds of software engineering, contested ordered causality, and seemed to be closely connected with, if not perhaps in part structured by, the vast reaches of the collective subconscious manifest as--...

An ouroboros.

An ouroboros which finds itself sketched onto one of the essays—a literary analysis of Childe Harold's Pilgrimage—in stark red ink before Solange thinks anything of it, the symbol recreated from idle hands (the devil's playthings) and a wandering mind. Still, there had to be something (some detail, a variable not yet brought to light) to the mystery which he and the others hadn't yet discovered; a sensible meaning to be found in the watchful eye centered in the application's design. But the more Solange studies the drawing, the farther away his thoughts drift, and before long...! ]

O-oh! [ ...the essays follow suit, caught in a wayward breeze, the stack of papers blowing this way and that and thoroughly out of Solange's reach.

Some of the assignments catch onto passerbys (perhaps yourself, if you are strolling through the park today?), while others drift precariously close to the neighboring fountain as Solange gives chase.

The decision is yours, good samaritan: will you aid him? ]