The rooftop in the fine arts department building serves as resting nest for frustrated fine arts student. They are mostly used by students who majored in sculpting, student like me who is standing on the verge of this cliff and they are one push away from jumping.
When I decided to study for my second degree. It was Van Gogh's painting that made me want to go for that course so I thought, just like him. I will major in painting but here I am a sculptor major on the way to its third year, every single day is starting to feel like hell and I am contemplating to quit from this program for weeks now.
Maybe this isn't really for me... or maybe I just run out of creative juices. I don't really know.
I shake my head to decline his offer when he brought his box of black cigarette closer to m
