12:57 am, September 5, 2006
I am perched some 300 feet above the original Cottage Inn. The streets are mostly quiet tonight, except for the occasional over-indulgent student. A low hum has come over the entire city, as it always does at night. The source of this hum has always puzzled me and perhaps on some lonely night I will investigate it. A girl lies 12 stories below me, she cried herself to sleep tonight. Upset because of combination of bad circumstances, she will go to her first day of class tomorrow. A part of me says hormones, while another part screams that she doesn’t want to go to school. Her true thoughts are shrouded by a piercing set of blue eyes that only I can decode. The only light in my modest studio is a yellowy orange glow cast by the neglected coals from a hookah. In the distance an airport beacon is visible. The alternating green-white is the only variation I can see in the nightscape of Ann Arbor
-Alex Ruen