April 9, 2017

It was getting dark as it started to rain when I realized that I had misplaced my ID card. Unable to pass through the front gate without my card, I had to slip through behind another group of people as they entered.

I got back onto campus and heard that the previous catering service had gone bankrupt and was now replaced. I walked up to an empty counter to only to see that the floor on the other side was a few stories underground. I never knew that the people on the other side had always been standing on a floor consisting of hundreds of cardboard boxes piled up from the storeroom below.

I walked into the classroom and people were chatting about their dislike for Trump. I set my bag down and walked outside, looking at the rain while waiting for the teacher to get to class. I turned my head back only to see that my bag, among many other things, in the classroom had disappeared. “The classroom was deleted”, someone explained. “But where does it all go?” I asked in a moment of panic. “It comes back”, they reassured.

I said that everything that I needed for today’s class was inside, but was dismissed with a “it’s Friday, who cares?”

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I was trying to find a YouTuber in the city who, last I heard, was living at a tea house by the side of a highway. I ran up and down the main roads throughout the night, unable to locate the place in the photo. Eventually, I managed to match a highrise in the background only to see that another building was now in its spot. I regretted never looking for this person years earlier.