So at California College of the Arts, (CCA,) classes haven’t started yet. Orientation events end for the day and I decide, hey, let’s wander around and see what kind of interesting things I find on campus.
There’s a place people call the “ceramics graveyard” outside guess which studio space, which is creepy in itself for guess what reasons, but beyond that is a claustrophobic little staircase leading down to some dusty, abandoned, and locked room.
Going down it I found a trail of clay cast figures in the fetal position, leading down the stairs. At the bottom was a pile of them, smashed. As I was leaving I finally looked up, and saw them: on the staircase directly above, leading further up, the same figures.
Only this time, turned to a sitting position, hunched over, staring.
As I stood above their slaughtered siblings.
I learned two things today: that I already love this school, and that I am NEVER GOING BACK TO THAT STAIRCASE AGAIN.