Aiming for a Heroic Retelling

Return journeys usually seem shorter, but these night walks back, past the desolate Higgins Hall, where architecture students are up late, seem so much longer. That night I bumped into a group whose gaze I had done my best to avoid. They were slightly younger than me, and twittered on in the language of trouble. A few steps later, stones hit the back of my head. I turned around to look, and one of them asked ”What are you looking at?”

Rahul on a student’s walk home in the alleys of Brooklyn.