Feb 27
First seminar. Professor Hobbs tried to get the audience to think, but the students just diligently wrote down his words. When he asked what was the foundation for building a house, the air was filled with predictability: "foundation," "capital," "plot."
I sat on the edge of his desk, looking at these children who dream of becoming lawyers. "Desire," I whispered softly into the void. Because without the will to have a home, bricks remain just CLAY.
At that moment, Hobbs froze and looked straight at me. My non-existent heart skipped a beat. But no... his gaze passed through my shoulders and caught on the window pane. He was looking for an answer in the rain, and it was sitting right in front of him.
