Random Scrap:
I loved texting David from the library bathrooms. It was there that I was writing my diaries. About everything. Frustrations with Barry. Dreams. Hopes. What would happen once I'm finished with my studies. Done with the university. Once I made the dream come true. It was always a quiet one, silent, maybe upstairs that I chose. Then I would continue pushing my thoughts into one of the computer screens downstairs. It was a new building, one of those with walls made of concrete. I loved it. And it was also there that I would read about different lenses we learned to look through at the world. And what was not to like. The sun was shining and once the classes were over I would jump on the bus and head to Robertson street. Stay there again late at night working on an animated eye with a looping videos in its pupil. Listening to Barry's complaining about how no one understood us and how once we made it how we would buy everyone and take them over. The clips were of different channels and would start playing by scrolling over a link with a title. It was a pretty cool eye.