"The word 'time' split its husk; poured its riches over him; and from his lips fell like shells, like shavings from a plane, without his making them, hard, white, imperishable words, and flew to attach themselves to their places in an ode to Time; an immortal ode to Time." -Mrs.Dalloway, Virginia Woolf

Friday, March 9, 2012

Left a little note in a mail chute

An old, no-longer-used mail chute. In a dorm.

I wouldn't say it's abandoned, exactly, because the dorm itself is still in use, and the mail chute is in plain sight in a common space, but it has become beyond obsolete, a quaint remnant of a time when students lived in the same dorm all four years and gentlemen callers were not allowed in after curfew, or without a chaperone.

Now no one even receives mail in their dorms--there is a separate mail center for that. But the mail chute remains, empty and neglected. I had to intervene. How could I not?

So I wrote a little note, and stuck it inside. The note asks anyone who finds it to leave a message, so that all of us curious folks can check back on it in a little while and see how many of us there are poking around on campus.

I'm hoping to be pleasantly surprised. We'll see how that goes.

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