Post by Scarlett Anne Owens on Jul 12, 2011 12:44:27 GMT -5
The thing about being a senior was that it made you feel large and important. Scarlett was neither large nor important, so on the whole this was a new experience for her. Mostly though, being a senior had her feeling happy most of the time for no apparent reason. It was contagious. And when she wasn't happy, she was at peace. The result of very few responsibilities and obligations plus loads of freedom. Being a senior, for example, would not be so exciting had she not been able to drive. It was the a time where capability met freedom to produce optimum fun, or something like that.
Deciding that she rather have a change of scenery on a rather gloomy, but cozy, day like this, she made her way to the beautiful brick structure of the library. She was flipping through essays by Albert Camus just to read something new. Most of the time, after reading particularly deep literature, Scarlett spent the rest of the day wandering around with her mind filled with philosophical thought. Right now, for example, she had the strange desire to call up Todd and tell him that his being a police officer was a perfect example of active fatalism - he could never save everyone, but it was very humyn of him to try to do so anyway: man's struggle against the inevitability of death.
Deciding that she rather have a change of scenery on a rather gloomy, but cozy, day like this, she made her way to the beautiful brick structure of the library. She was flipping through essays by Albert Camus just to read something new. Most of the time, after reading particularly deep literature, Scarlett spent the rest of the day wandering around with her mind filled with philosophical thought. Right now, for example, she had the strange desire to call up Todd and tell him that his being a police officer was a perfect example of active fatalism - he could never save everyone, but it was very humyn of him to try to do so anyway: man's struggle against the inevitability of death.
