Me-shak and I are sitting side by side in a hall, stuck in a lecture that won't end for another 3 hours. The lecturer drones on and on about some Simpson guy and his law, and how matrices are multiplied or something. As if we care. The brain cells refuse to work, the beat of the papare ring inside our heads. The centre of the universe is calling out to us. And as soon as the lecture finishes, we are off... off to where we should've gone 3 hours earlier!
The centre of the universe: A panoramic view (click to view larger)