So now I know why people in my dorm (including me) have been sick all semester.... we have an infestation of bats (like, more than 200 of them) in the walls on the top floors, and they are doing wonderful things to the air conditioning ducts.... and all that wonderful (and aromatic) bacteria is blowing through the vents onto us, the students that pay for this crap, no pun intended. What is The University doing about it? Ummm... at the moment, nothing... they are thinking about using poison, but their not sure how that's going to sit with the Alumni (think of all those poor helpless bats)... traps are out of the question... there's too many, for one thing.
So my question is this.... why do they charge me exorbitant fees to live in this dorm? Why do I put up with this? How did the bats get in the walls in the first place? Why do I not hear them at night? Are they fruit bats? Was the boy injured? Is the canoe wood, or aluminum? .... wait, off subject...
I feel really far away from everything today... don't know why. I'm away from my family, when I feel like they need me... I'm away from Chad, because I'm still in school... I'm away from Elisa, because, lets face it, we haven't really communicated in the last year or so... I'm away from most of the Wesley crowd, because they are all in Southaven/Memphis this weekend for the Willie Nelson concert... I just feel distant. Detached. Out of place. I can't concentrate on anything.... except bats. I'm really not that far away from the bats. Not that I mind bats... their kind of cool, when they aren't carrying rabies... and aren't in my dorm. Grr.
Take, take till there's nothing, nothing to turn to.
Nothing when You get through.
Won't You break, scatter pieces of all I've been.
Bowing to all I've been running to.
I, I got a question.
I got a question - Where are You?
Did you leave me unbreakable?
Leave me frozen?
I've never felt so cold.
I thought You were silent.
I thought You left me for the wreckage and the waste.
On an empty beach of faith.
Was it true?
Scream, deeper I wanna scream.
I want You to hear me, I want You to find me.
I want to believe but all I pray is wrong
and all I claim is gone.
I, I got a question.
I got a question - Where are You?
Where are You?
--Jars Of Clay, Silence
This is my brain..... in part, at least.
