Sometimes I wonder if there is even a school here at all.

Aren't I alone in the world?

There is nothing here.

The buildings are dilapidated, and I hear ghostly voices in the day and night. Cracks and seams and filled in with dirt and grass. Vines on the walls and broken glass. The voices shout in happiness or oddness or questioning, "What are you doing?"

"Looking for people."

They mumble again, and I go on through the hall.

I stumble toward the wall on the end.

After some hacking away at the structure, I break through and jump.

I tumble and shrink and form and deform.

The air gets dusty. The trees get higher. The sky switches colors.

I hear a scream and a shout and one more in distress.

After a moment of rest, I shout up to them. "Why are you troubled?"

I head back to my dorm room.

There is no one.

No one except me...

...and my mind.

-Lev

All I do is lay down.

Lay down,

and go down.

Dig down,

and find down.

Head down.

Head

d

o

w

n

.

What is there there?

What is there here?

Is there a thing at all?

I think there is not.

-Lev